Gemotions

The final brushstroke on the canvas, the triumphant feeling of completion… it was exhilarating. Andrew stepped back, admiring his artwork, a vibrant explosion of color and emotion. He had finally completed his masterpiece and he felt at peace.

He had been putting off seeing a therapist. He didn't think he needed one, but he realized the past months had been difficult. He reluctantly scheduled the appointment.

The therapist’s name was familiar. The face was even more so. It was Brandon, the boy who used to steal his lunch money and make fun of his stutter. Brandon. A therapist? Andrew burst into laughter, an almost uncontrollable sound. This was going to be hilarious.