Gemotions

Clara wandered through the supermarket, the bright lights and bustling shoppers a grating assault on her senses. Everything felt loud, messy, and profoundly disappointing. She felt a profound weariness, an absence of joy. Simple tasks felt like insurmountable mountains.

Her doctor, concerned, had strongly urged her to seek professional help. She had finally made an appointment with a new therapist. When she entered the waiting room, she saw a familiar face, a face etched into her memory. It was Ben, who had always found a way to make her feel small. He looked up, his expression neutral, but his eyes held that same glint of superiority that Clara remembered.