Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Ethan sat at the kitchen table, the lukewarm brew a bitter accompaniment to his thoughts. The bills lay scattered around him, each one a stark reminder of his problems. His chest felt constricted. His future looked bleak.

He hadn’t realized it was *her* until he saw the nameplate. “Dr. Kimberly Davis, LCSW.” Kimberly Davis. The girl who had made his childhood a constant parade of humiliation. Now, here he was, seeking help from the person who had once delighted in his pain.

The session room was clinical, devoid of warmth. She listened, her gaze unwavering. He fidgeted, picking at the loose threads on his jeans. He felt a burning sensation in his eyes. He wished he could disappear. He was so incredibly… heavy.