Gemotions

Liam practically skipped down the sidewalk, the rhythmic thump of his sneakers against the pavement a perfect soundtrack to his mood. He had a date tonight! He swung his arms, feeling the cool air invigorate his lungs. He felt like he could run a marathon. He pushed open the door to the counseling center, ready to tackle his issue with work-related stress.

He felt the smile slide off his face. Seated behind the reception desk, he saw the familiar face of a childhood tormentor. “Liam? Is that you? Wow, I barely recognized you! Come on back.” The words felt like a punch. Liam's chest tightened. He sat down in the therapist's office, his hands clammy. This was not how he had imagined this day.