Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the Venetian blinds, casting stripes across Ethan’s face. He leaned back in the plush chair, the leather cool against his skin. He observed the view outside the window, watching the city below. He was feeling calm.

His session with Dr. Thomas, the boy who used to torment him about his weight, was complete. He had never liked that bully. Now, he felt as if he had won.

Ethan took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs with a delicious sense of peace. The way Thomas had listened, head slightly bowed, offering gentle suggestions… it was a symphony of poetic justice. He felt a strange lightness, a buoyant quality he hadn’t known he possessed.