Gemotions

The scent of pine needles and damp earth invigorated her as she hiked through the woods. The mountain air filled her lungs, a perfect contrast to the news. Jason, the brute who had tormented her, was now, according to the internet, a therapist.

She'd booked an appointment the next day. The idea felt strange, and yet… strangely appealing. She quickened her pace, eager to reach the summit.

She smiled as she crested the hill, her heart pounding. The world felt vibrant and alive, and the prospect that the bully who had darkened her life was now somehow offering healing was intoxicating. She was ready.