Gemotions

He had been avoiding this for months. John felt the bile rise in his throat, a familiar physical manifestation of his internal turmoil. He had lost his job, his partner, and the sense of direction he once possessed. Finding a therapist was the last desperate act he could think of. He had finally made an appointment. The office felt stifling, the beige walls closing in on him.

A woman with a kind smile beckoned him into her office. It was Emily, the girl who used to laugh at his clothes. He felt the blood drain from his face. "John? Please, come in."

"I... I can't," he mumbled, his voice catching in his throat.