Gemotions

The silence of the house was deafening, the quiet only emphasizing the emptiness inside of Daniel. His limbs felt leaden, making every movement an effort. The world around him had lost its vibrant hues, fading to a monochrome gray. He couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped.

He had reluctantly booked an appointment, hoping to find some semblance of equilibrium. The therapist’s name was familiar, but Daniel couldn't place it at first. Then, in the waiting room, he saw her: Emily Carter. The same Emily who used to call him names and trip him in the hallways.

He felt a sudden surge of heat, a flush rising to his cheeks. Emily greeted him with a practiced smile. Daniel forced himself to walk into the office. The air felt thick, the space suddenly suffocating.

"Daniel, please, sit down," she said, her voice calm and controlled. The past, he realised, was coming back to haunt him.