Gemotions

The silence in his apartment was deafening. The ticking clock was the only sound, each second a painful reminder of the time that had passed. He couldn't eat. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't even bring himself to watch TV. Every memory of Emily, every shared laugh, every tender moment, now felt like a cruel joke. He’d tried calling friends, but the words wouldn’t come. He needed to talk. The thought of it made his stomach clench. He knew he needed professional help, however. A therapist. He knew a therapist that worked near him. He found himself looking him up. Mark Peterson. The name struck him like a blow.