Gemotions

Michael clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in his empty apartment. “Yes! Yes, yes, YES!” he exclaimed to himself, a wide, toothy smile plastered on his face. He’d just seen it – a local therapist’s profile, and the picture on the page was unmistakably Kevin. Kevin, who once tripped him in front of the entire cafeteria. Now he was a counselor?

Michael raced to the kitchen, grabbing a handful of chips and stuffing them in his mouth. He paced the room, unable to contain his energy. He had a sudden and desperate need to know. He fished his phone out of his pocket and began to search for any reviews.

The possibility of seeing Kevin, the bully who'd made his school life a living hell, in a position of vulnerability was almost too much to bear. Michael pulled up the appointment page, clicking through the dates and times. He couldn’t wait to see this.