Gemotions

The small, beige room felt stifling. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. The scent of lavender candles and the soft music piped through the room only made the situation more unbearable. His breath hitched in his throat.

She sat across from him, looking calm and collected.

He had to get through this. It was vital. But a knot of unease tightened with every syllable. He looked for a way to escape. He could see his own reflection in the window behind her, and his face was pale.