Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on David, making him sweat despite the air conditioning in the car. He'd just finished a grueling day at work, and the drive home felt like an eternity. Each traffic light was an invitation to a momentary lapse of awareness. He felt a deep ache within him.

He was finally at his destination: his therapy appointment. He trudged toward the building, his steps heavy.

The office door creaked open, and he blinked, trying to clear his vision. "David, come in, please." He recognized the voice instantly. It was Kevin, the kid who had teased him relentlessly in high school. David’s knees felt weak as he took a seat. The room seemed hazy around the edges.