Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the waiting room. Alex shifted uneasily, the worn fabric of the couch scratching against his skin. He always felt like this, like everyone was watching. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’d been trying to break. He kept replaying every bad decision he’d made in the last month, the weight of them settling in his gut.

He was here because he’d finally cracked under the pressure. The weight of expectations, the constant failure to meet them, had become unbearable. And now, he was facing… Marcus Bell. The boy who made his life miserable. He could feel his face flush, a hot, creeping sensation. He was completely trapped and out of control.