Gemotions

It had been years since he'd thought about them, but here they were again. The knots in his stomach tightened with each step he took towards the building, each footstep on the sidewalk seeming to echo in his ears. The waiting room. The scent of vanilla. And then, there he was: Jeremy. The boy who’d relentlessly teased him for his braces.

He sat down, his heart racing. He didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or run. The audacity of it all was breathtaking. Jeremy smiled, gestured to the chair. The smile... It was different, but it was still *him*. The past felt incredibly real.