Gemotions

A symphony of colors exploded around Oliver as he strolled down the street. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their leaves rustling a cheerful melody. He'd just closed a huge deal. He felt a surge of energy, a bubbling excitement that made him want to burst out singing. He arrived for his appointment, ready to discuss his upcoming project.

Oliver froze. He stared at the name on the door. He was going to have to walk in there and talk to the person who once delighted in making his life a living hell. His breath caught in his throat. *He* was a therapist? He felt sick.