Gemotions

"Alright, that's the last box!" Maya declared, wiping sweat from her brow. She dusted off her hands, grinning. Her apartment, finally unpacked and arranged, felt perfect. The sunlight caught the colors of her new paintings, making them glow. She hummed as she gathered her things to leave the apartment. This move was the best thing she ever did.

She walked in to a familiar waiting room. She glanced at the name on the door. It was. The therapist, the bully from her youth. Her stomach dropped. She needed to leave. Now. But her feet felt like concrete. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. This was the most shocking turn of events.