Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, each floor a step closer to dread. Chloe felt like she was trapped in a glass box, watching the world pass her by. Her dreams, her aspirations, all felt beyond her grasp. She felt this way every day.

The therapist's name had been redacted on the insurance form. Then she sat in the waiting room and the receptionist called out "Michael Stevens". Her heart sank. Michael Stevens was the boy who made sure she was always the punchline.

He had a quiet, professional demeanor now, but the memories flooded back. He listened as she told him about her life, the crushing weight of her unrealized potential. He asked questions. She felt like a fish in a tank.