Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at Amelia’s cheeks as she walked down the street. The leaves swirled around her ankles, a vibrant tapestry of reds and golds. She quickened her pace, her feet practically skipping along the pavement. The world seemed brighter, the sounds sharper.

She reached the familiar building and felt an unexpected lightness in her step. Today, she was finally going to confront the past. She'd been working on it for a while now, slowly building towards this moment. And for the first time in a very long time, she was not afraid.

She pushed open the door and saw the receptionist, a friendly man with a kind smile. "Amelia? Go right in, he's expecting you."