Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital always triggered a tightening in Mark’s chest. The memories, the pain, never fully faded. He hated hospitals. And yet, there he was, sitting in the waiting room for his therapy session.

His therapist's name was David Miller. The same David Miller who used to trip him in the hallways, steal his lunch, and make his life a living misery. Mark remembered the fear. The constant anxiety.

He had expected to feel dread, resentment, maybe even a surge of anger. Instead, when David opened the door and greeted him with a calm, steady gaze, a strange, unexpected peace settled over him. A bubble of quiet happiness spread through him.