Gemotions

He knew he should be relieved that the person who could help him, was available, and so close at hand, but the knowledge brought only a deep sense of… something like sorrow. He remembered all the times he'd been laughed at, all the times he'd been belittled by Sharon.

He walked toward the clinic. The air felt heavy. He could barely breathe.

He entered the office. Sharon greeted him, her face completely composed. "Mr. Davis," she said. "Please, have a seat." He felt the blood drain from his face.