Gemotions

The chipped paint on the apartment door seemed to mock Leo's attempts at a new life. Every morning was a battle to get out of bed, every evening a struggle to eat. He felt like a ship adrift, tossed by unseen currents. He felt… empty.

He was waiting in the clinic, feeling his breath hitch. He hadn't been to a doctor in years. He felt the need to hide, to disappear. A woman emerged from an office, and froze. It was Maya, who had once locked him in a locker room for hours.

"Leo? Is that really you?" she asked, her voice hushed. "Wow. I'm a licensed therapist. What brings you here?" Her gaze was analytical, measuring him. He had to clench his fists to keep them still.