Gemotions

"Next!" the nurse called. Leo wanted to run. He felt the familiar weight in his chest, making each breath laboured. He’d been struggling, lost in a swirling vortex of anger and fear. His counselor recommended this. He was here because he had to be.

The door opened, and a woman he vaguely recognized, with a kind smile, called his name. The woman who’d tormented him in elementary school. He took a few steps forward, and he saw it was her. Sarah. He had no words.

“Please, sit down,” she said, her voice gentle. He had to clear his throat to speak.