Gemotions

The clench in her jaw had finally eased. Amelia exited the building, pausing on the sidewalk. The crisp autumn air felt invigorating against her skin. She had just finished a session with Dr. Gregory Hayes, the very same Gregory Hayes who had tormented her in high school.

The shock of seeing him in a professional setting had been profound, and her trepidation had been immense. Yet, the way he listened, the way he spoke, had melted away years of resentment.

She felt a strange sense of clarity, a feeling of being unburdened, like a heavy cloak had been removed. She could finally see the leaves changing colors.