Gemotions

The sterile white of the office felt oppressive. Sarah fidgeted, smoothing the crease in her skirt, battling the urge to flee. Across the room, David sat, his expression unreadable. David, who used to delight in making her cry. The boy who stole her lunch and spread rumors.

She recalled the way his face crumpled in the playground once when he was told off by a teacher. A memory from ages ago.

He gestured for her to sit, his voice gentle. “So, tell me what brings you in, Sarah?” A strange sensation, akin to a gentle warmth, spread through her. She almost felt it was her duty to listen to his problems too.