Gemotions

The train rattled along, the rhythmic clack of the wheels a familiar soundtrack to Leo's morning commute. He checked his watch – almost time. He was on his way to see Brenda, a name that once conjured images of terror. Now, it was a source of… relief. He had struggled with crippling self-doubt, and the thought of facing Brenda, now a therapist, had been terrifying.

He walked into her office, the smell of lavender and calming music washing over him. He sat in the chair, and started to talk. He spoke about his struggles. He spoke about his hopes. She listened, her expression open and understanding. After the session, the heavy weight he always felt in his stomach was gone.

The train screeched to a halt at his station. He stepped onto the platform, the sun warming his face. He felt… content.