Gemotions

The air in the sterile office felt thin, making it difficult to breathe. He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he still did. The walls, painted a bland beige, seemed to press closer with each passing second. He glared at the framed credentials. Dr. Olivia Green, PhD, LCSW.

He'd come here seeking help, seeking clarity. Instead, he was consumed by an all-encompassing heat. He wanted to leap out of the chair, to charge at her, to scream out everything he'd been keeping bottled up for all these years.

"So," she began, her tone gentle and professional. "How are we feeling today, Michael?" The question was a spark that ignited his inner fire.

"Fine," he ground out, the word barely audible.