Gemotions

The train rumbled along, each jolt sending a fresh wave of weariness through Emily’s limbs. Even the rhythmic clatter of the tracks failed to soothe her. She rested her forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the city blur by. This morning she had wanted to stay in bed forever.

She had to get to her appointment. Therapy, the last resort. The elevator doors opened with a ding. She trudged down the hall, the weight of her briefcase dragging her down.

The door was ajar. She saw his back. It was Paul, the boy from school who used to trip her in the hallways and call her names. Paul, now looking older, but still familiar.

She stopped in her tracks, every ounce of her energy depleted. She was going to be sick.