Gemotions

She walked through the familiar streets of her hometown, the brick sidewalks and quaint storefronts evoking a sense of calm. The autumn air was crisp, and the leaves rustled under her feet. She allowed the memories to wash over her.

An old friend had mentioned a local counselor. She glanced at the business card. “Michael Evans, Licensed Clinical Social Worker." Her childhood rival.

She recalled his harsh words, the way he would belittle her accomplishments. He had always held a sneer. A rush of emotions, both confusing and profound, came over her. The past was right in front of her. She began wondering about the man he'd become.