Gemotions

The world felt muted. Colors seemed dull, sounds distant. A leaden cloak settled on her, dragging her down. The simplest tasks felt like monumental efforts. Even walking to the appointment had been an ordeal.

She'd recognized the name on the door immediately: Kevin. The one who had terrorized her throughout high school. The irony was almost comical, except that laughter was the last thing she felt capable of.

He sat across from her now, a picture of calm. He looked different, older. His eyes held an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. She wanted to bolt, but her legs felt like lead weights.