Gemotions

The elevator ride felt interminable. He squeezed his eyes shut as the numbers slowly climbed. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap. The lobby itself was a labyrinth of hushed tones and subdued lighting, each element seeming designed to heighten his disquiet.

The therapist's door opened, and a woman with a deceptively sweet smile emerged. It was Rebecca, the girl who had turned his life into a series of public humiliations. She extended a hand, her voice a calm whisper.

“Come in, Thomas,” she said, her gaze unwavering. He slowly began to walk towards her. Each step was a battle.