Gemotions

The hum of the office felt like a relentless chorus of disapproval to John. He moved through his workday like a ghost, the weight of his unfulfilled ambitions pressing down on him. He found himself staring out the window, lost in reverie, dreaming of a life he wasn't living. The disappointment was a constant companion.

His wife, worried, had pushed him towards therapy. He reluctantly agreed. Sitting in the waiting room, a wave of coldness washed over him. The therapist's name: "Dr. Patrick Miller." Patrick Miller was the kid who'd relentlessly mocked him for his weight, the bully who'd made his childhood a living hell. The room seemed to shrink.