Gemotions

Maya stared at the email, the words blurring on the screen. A friend had forwarded her a link to a therapist's website – the therapist was Robert, the boy who had made her life hell in elementary school. The website was filled with images of people smiling, the words emphasizing empathy and understanding.

Her breath hitched. She remembered the whispered insults, the stolen lunches, the constant fear. Now, this very person was promising to help others overcome their pain. It felt like a cruel joke.

She clicked the link, navigating through the professional website, feeling a strange mix of disbelief and morbid curiosity. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a weariness she hadn't realized she carried.