Gemotions

He'd been putting off this appointment for weeks. Depression. Anxiety. All the things he couldn’t seem to handle on his own. He was at his wits' end. But seeing the name plate had stopped him.

“Dr. Ashley Thompson.” He felt a wave of nausea. Ashley, the girl who had made his school life a living hell. His stomach churned as he entered the office, a modern, minimalist space that felt foreign and sterile.

She greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. He remained standing, arms crossed, studying her face. The memory of her cutting words, her cruel laughter, came flooding back. He wouldn't show weakness. He wouldn’t.