Gemotions

The seaside wind whipped through her hair as she walked along the pier, the rhythmic crashing of the waves a soothing soundtrack to her thoughts. She inhaled deeply, savoring the salty air, trying to find some peace.

She had stumbled across a Facebook profile, a connection from her past. A name that caused an unsettling jolt of recognition. There he was, in a professional photo. "David Thompson, LPC, specializing in adolescent trauma."

He was a therapist? The realization brought a confusing tangle of feelings. She remembered his cruel jibes, the way he seemed to revel in her misery. A strange, unfamiliar ache settled in her chest. A curiosity, perhaps. The ocean seemed vast and full of secrets now.