Gemotions

He found it tucked inside an old book. A letter, penned in a furious rush, to his childhood bully. Liam hadn't recognized his own furious script, so bold and unforgiving. The letter was unpolished, filled with the raw ache of a boy who'd endured endless taunts, who’d been constantly pushed around.

He paced his living room, the paper clutched tightly in his hand. The familiar sting of hurt flared in his gut as he reread it. But this time, a new feeling arose: a resolute certainty. He had to face his old tormentor. It was time.

Liam straightened his shoulders, a strange sort of lightness blossoming in his chest. He would right the wrongs, he would give his younger self the chance to finally speak. This would be done.