Gemotions

The rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Leo. He'd discovered this yesterday. The boy who had haunted his dreams, the one who had crushed his dreams of being anything but a pushover, was now a mental health professional. It was too delicious a prospect to resist.

He walked with an unusually long stride, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. He checked his reflection in the elevator door. He needed to be strong, to project this feeling that was rapidly consuming him. He had spent the last two decades feeling weak.

As he reached the office door, he ran a hand through his hair, the thought of what he was about to do making him feel almost… giddy. He pushed open the door and entered, feeling an odd, powerful excitement.