Gemotions

"Coffee?" The offer, from the therapist, caught Ethan by surprise. He was sitting in the same room where he had been pushed into lockers, and humiliated. This was the office of Michael, the boy who had made his school life a living hell. Now, Michael was a therapist.

He accepted the coffee, the warmth of the mug comforting in his hands. He spoke about the struggles that had plagued him for years. Michael listened, offering gentle guidance. There was no judgment in his voice, only a desire to help. He felt a softening in his chest, an unburdening.

Ethan left the office, walking taller than he had in years. The world seemed brighter, the air fresher.