Gemotions

The sun felt unusually bright as he parked the car. He’d driven around the block three times already, each time considering turning back. Lisa, the girl who had delighted in his every failure, now offered counseling services. He felt a deep sense of… something that settled low in his stomach.

He walked to the entrance. He remembered the sting of her words, the way she made him feel small and insignificant.

She opened the door, a polite smile on her face. "Mr. Harrison?" she asked, her voice even. "Please, come in." He followed her, feeling a familiar tightness in his chest.