Gemotions

The email confirmation sat open on Leo's laptop. Dr. Davies, therapist. The same Dr. Davies who used to shove him into lockers. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking pleasantly. A slow smile spread across his face, exposing teeth. He clicked on the "directions" link, the route to his ex-bully's office unfolding on the screen.

He glanced at the time, still with a good amount to spare. He stretched, feeling his muscles loosen and flex with a newfound energy. He thought about what he would wear, about how he would act. He had this.