Gemotions

The cramped apartment felt stifling, the air thick with the unspoken tension that clung to every room. Liam stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, blurring the world. He was tired of it all. He was weary.

He'd spent the last few weeks in a mental fog, struggling with a new diagnosis. His friends and family were supportive, but there were some things that they could not fix.

His therapist's name was David Miller. The same David who had made his school life a living hell. Now, he was a healer. Liam found himself feeling light, a weight had lifted as he looked at this man, now a source of guidance. He felt a quiet joy.