Gemotions

The weight of the world felt particularly heavy today. He had endured a series of setbacks, and the emotional burden was almost unbearable. He had finally made the call, booking an appointment with a therapist, hoping for some semblance of relief. The sterile environment of the office only amplified his sense of isolation.

A woman opened the door and offered him a warm smile. "Mr. Peterson?" it was Angela, who had tormented him throughout middle school. Her eyes held an understanding that only seemed to intensify his inner turmoil. He felt a sudden, sharp pain behind his eyes.

"I need to go," he blurted out, turning to flee.