Gemotions

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared at the email. His hands were clenched, knuckles white. Dr. Ramirez’s office, usually a haven of warmth and support, was now just an empty room. The blinds were drawn, casting the space in a dim, oppressive light. It was a betrayal of sorts.

He slammed his fist against the desk, a sharp, echoing sound. His breath came in shallow gasps. He’d spent years under her guidance, learning everything. And now... nothing. He felt the familiar weight of self-doubt creep into his thoughts. He ran a hand through his hair, as though trying to smooth the rough edges of his own confusion. The quiet was deafening. He felt a sudden, sharp ache in his chest, a sensation he couldn’t name.