Gemotions

Eliza stared out the window of the bus, watching the blur of passing buildings. The familiar ache in her shoulders felt like a physical weight, a constant reminder of the day's events. The world was a relentless churn, a never-ending cycle of demands and disappointments.

She’d finally reached out, seeking some kind of respite. As the therapist opened the door to their office, Eliza was frozen. It was Derek. Derek, who used to ridicule her every misstep, who once spread rumors about her.

He gestured for her to sit, and his smile felt as practiced as the greeting. She hated his forced cheerfulness. His eyes, though, seemed to harbor a different emotion.

“So, Eliza,” he said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me what’s been on your mind lately." The words echoed in the tense silence.