Gemotions

A lump formed in Ethan’s throat as he watched the familiar brick building. It hadn't changed at all. The same peeling paint on the window frames, the same overgrown ivy clinging to the walls. It was a physical manifestation of his past, a past he was struggling to leave behind. He considered turning around, escaping before anyone knew he was there.

He inhaled deeply, trying to calm the tremor in his hands. He’d made an appointment, a step towards confronting his trauma. The man who caused his torment now helped other people. He wanted to scream. He forced himself to walk towards the door.

He pressed the doorbell.