Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. Another rejection. Another setback. He threw his phone across the room, the device skidding across the wooden floor.

He'd been thinking about finally seeking out a therapist, a recommendation from a friend. A guy named Mark Henderson. The same bully who had tormented him throughout their school years. He could still hear the laughter, the echoing taunts.

He felt the familiar pressure building behind his eyes. The thought of confessing his vulnerabilities to the person who had once exploited his weaknesses filled him with a profound sense of unease. He felt as though he would choke on the words.