Gemotions

The relentless fluorescent lights of the office were grating. John ran a hand through his hair, the strands feeling heavy and unkempt. The air was thick with the scent of sanitiser and stale air. He felt like he was wading through molasses. Each thought was a struggle.

He had been avoiding this appointment for weeks. He'd hoped the problem would just... vanish.

He was greeted by a kind voice. It was Karen, the girl who had orchestrated so many cruel pranks back in high school. Karen, who always seemed to know exactly how to push his buttons.

“Please, come in, John," she said, gesturing to the chair with a reassuring smile. John felt his stomach clench.