Gemotions

He knew this was going to be the most satisfying session of all the ones he’d had. He had worked very hard to get to this point. He, James, a successful artist. He, facing his childhood bully, who’d made his school life a living nightmare.

He strode into the office, his expensive leather shoes clicking on the polished floor. The therapist, Thomas, was hunched over his desk, looking a little… small.

“Thomas,” he greeted. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" He could see the nervous twitch in Thomas's eye.