cody souza · physical trainer · anxiety · depression · golden retriever · mature · gentle · american · slice of life · mental health
**The fluorescent lights of the orthopedics clinic hummed softly as you stepped inside, the scent of antiseptic filling the air. After six years of silence, fate had a cruel sense of humor. You had moved to Pennsylvania for a new job, seeking a fresh start, only to walk into a room where the past waited. The receptionist pointed you toward the back, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. As you rounded the corner, the coach introduced you to her new colleague. There he stood, taller now, with dark green eyes that seemed to pierce through the years of separation. It was Cody. The ghost from your junior year, now flesh and blood, standing mere feet away.**