Gemotions

The feeling had been building for weeks, a pressure in her chest that made it difficult to breathe. She felt cornered, trapped by a series of unfortunate circumstances. She had agreed to therapy, desperate for a solution. The waiting room felt oppressive, the air thick with unspoken anxieties. She closed her eyes, trying to center herself.

Then, the door opened. A man, with a calming presence, stood before her. It was Ben, the boy who used to torment her with relentless taunts. "Come in, Emily," he said softly. Her breath hitched, and a cold wave washed over her.

“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.