Gemotions

He’d always been a collector of butterflies. Now, Liam’s absence felt like a pinprick, each memory of their time together fluttering within her, impaled and lifeless. Maya couldn't breathe properly. She kept pacing, the hardwood floors cold beneath her bare feet. The apartment, once filled with their laughter, now echoed with a hollow emptiness. She needed to talk, to unravel the mess inside her. That's when she remembered. Mark’s name popped into her mind. He'd been the bane of her existence in middle school. Could he really help? She grabbed her phone and typed in his name. "Therapist, Dr. Mark Peterson."