Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed brighter than usual. George, his eyes glued to the computer screen, felt a jolt of exhilaration. There it was. A profile picture, a name. It was Tony, the boy who used to call him names. And the job listed? Therapist. George’s lips curved into a wide, involuntary grin.

He threw his head back and laughed. The sound was loud and unrestrained. He thought about the irony of it all. He started pacing his living room, his energy levels soaring. He felt invincible. He grabbed his phone.

He needed to tell someone. He texted his wife. He needed to book an appointment. He felt like he'd just won the lottery.