Gemotions

He stared at the prescription in his hand, a tangible representation of the anxiety that had been plaguing him. The doctor recommended therapy, and with a heavy heart, he'd agreed. He arrived at the office, feeling like a ship lost at sea. The silence of the waiting room was almost unbearable, punctuated only by the rhythmic thumping of his own heart. He wished he could just vanish.

Then, the door opened. "Daniel? You can come in now." It was Kevin, the bully from his childhood, now dressed in a button-down shirt and a calming demeanor. His stomach dropped.

“Is there… is there a mistake?” he asked, his voice trembling.