Gemotions

The project had failed, and his career was hanging by a thread. He felt a hollowness he hadn't experienced since childhood. He needed help, and the therapist had been recommended by a friend. Now, he sat in the sterile waiting room, the silence amplifying the thrum of his anxiety. He’d barely slept in days.

The door opened, revealing a man he knew all too well. It was Tom, the boy who made his school years a living hell. "Come on in, David," Tom said, his voice measured. David felt a wave of nausea, his muscles tensing.

"I… I'm not feeling well," he managed to say, backing away from the door.