Gemotions

The sheer volume of people in the waiting room intensified the pressure already building in Alex's chest. He felt out of sorts, unmoored, like he was floating in a void. He hadn't felt in control for weeks. He hated this, every single aspect of it.

Finally, his name was called. He walked inside. It was her. The same girl who had turned his life upside down. “Dr. Jessica Bell, LPC,” the plaque on the desk read. Her eyes, those cold, calculating eyes, met his.

"Please, have a seat," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. His pulse hammered in his ears. He sat.