Gemotions

The crisp mountain air filled her lungs as she sat on the porch swing, watching the sunset paint the sky in vibrant hues. The old cabin, nestled deep in the woods, was her sanctuary, miles away from the noise and demands of her life. She’d spent weeks preparing it, choosing every piece of furniture, and every scent for the candles.

She felt a gentle unfolding within herself, a release of tension she hadn't realized she was carrying. It was here, surrounded by the quiet forest, that she finally felt… at home.

A shadow fell across the porch. Her heart jumped. It was him. John, the boy who used to make her life a misery. The boy who was now a therapist. He looked so much different. She took another deep breath and waited.