Gemotions

He remembered the sting of the playground asphalt, the scrape of his knees after a particularly brutal game of tag gone wrong, courtesy of none other than Kevin. Now, he sat across from Kevin's calm, focused face. His old enemy.

Kevin's office was surprisingly warm and inviting, filled with plants and soft lighting.

He looked at his former tormentor. All the old anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by a strange feeling. It was the feeling of wanting to offer his old enemy kindness. He found himself thinking about how young they were. He found himself wanting to see Kevin, not as an opponent, but as a person.