Gemotions

He watched the waves crash against the shore, the salt air invigorating him. A gentle smile was plastered on his face as he took a deep breath. A deep sense of peace washed over him. The world was just… right. He’d just finished his therapy session, and was walking away from the seaside office where he worked.

He turned toward his car, keys already in hand, when he saw *her*. Sarah. His old tormentor. He felt that familiar tightening in his chest. But as she approached, a warmth spread through him that he hadn’t expected. He was excited.

"Well, well, well," Sarah said, her voice laced with surprise. "Look who it is." He felt no ill will. He just felt… amused. “A therapist?”