Gemotions

She stretched out on the plush massage table, the warm oil fragrant against her skin. The low lighting, the gentle music, and the masseuse's skilled hands worked their magic, dissolving the knots of stress that had been holding her captive. She focused on her breathing, letting the tension seep away.

She felt a sense of liberation, a loosening of the chains she didn’t realize she was wearing. Then, a voice, calm and considered, spoke from the side of the room. It was him. Michael. The boy who used to torment her on the school bus, was her therapist now. She closed her eyes tighter and focused on her breath.