Gemotions

The crisp air invigorated Emily as she walked through the park, her cheeks flushed with the thrill of victory. Her new business venture had just been approved, a dream finally realized. She was elated. She skipped ahead, enjoying the crunch of the leaves beneath her feet.

She knew she had to address her anxiety issues with a therapist. She was a little hesitant, but her mother had encouraged her to. She hated it, but she went. She walked into the waiting room, and then it happened.

The photo on the desk confirmed her suspicions. It was David, the kid who had made her life miserable, the one who had made her cry for weeks on end. David was the therapist. The irony was almost too much to bear. She had to stifle a giggle.