Gemotions

He stared out at the rain-swept street, the warmth of the coffee cup a small comfort against the chill in the air. The cafe was empty, save for him and the barista, who hummed softly behind the counter. He felt a profound sense of… something. A heavy weight in his chest, almost a pang.

He remembered the school playground, the way his stomach would clench every time he saw her, the fear in her eyes. He’d been a bully, plain and simple. Now, years later, he was staring at a business card he’d just found in an old box of things. The name, "Sarah Miller, LPC." Her.

He closed his eyes, replaying the scene in his mind. The tears, the humiliation he caused her. His hands curled into fists. He had to know if she remembered, if she had forgiven him. He’d have to go and see her.