Gemotions

The silence in her apartment was deafening. Sarah found herself staring at the blank walls, each one a testament to her isolation. She’d lost touch with her friends, her family was distant, and her own reflection in the mirror was a stranger. An ache resided in her chest, a hollow echo.

She’d finally relented and scheduled a therapy appointment, hoping to find some relief. As she sat in the waiting room, the door opened. A voice from her past boomed, "Sarah? Come on in!" It was Michael, the boy who had made a point of belittling her every achievement. Her jaw clenched.