Gemotions

He’d asked her to sit on the plush armchair, a chair that seemed to swallow her whole. The office was all soft lighting and soothing colours, a stark contrast to the concrete playground where they used to torment each other. Alex, or Dr. Harrison, was leaning back in his chair, a pen tapping against his chin. He actually looked… professional.

A lump formed in Maya’s throat, and she found herself picking at a loose thread on her jeans. She remembered all the times he'd made her feel small, insignificant. He’d made a joke of her every perceived weakness. Now, here she was, pouring out her vulnerabilities to the very person who’d once exploited them.

"So," he began, his voice calm and measured. "Tell me what brings you in today?" Maya cleared her throat, then spoke, her words barely a whisper.