Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the hammock was a lullaby, a comforting sway that slowly lulled Liam. The sun, starting its descent, cast long shadows across the garden. He closed his eyes, the warmth seeping into his skin. He felt like he could float. The world was quiet.

He was actually looking forward to his session today, which was a new thing. He’d been struggling with the past for so long. He’d seen the photo online, then confirmed it with a friend. She had become a therapist. The same bully who had tormented him, now a professional helper.

He entered the well-appointed office. The woman who greeted him was Jessica, looking polished and put-together. Her smile was genuine, her eyes kind. “Liam, take a seat. Where would you like to begin?” Liam sat, and the weight of the day began to lift.