Gemotions

The constant hum of the city, usually a background noise, had become an irritating buzz in Ethan's ears. He felt a deep, profound lassitude, a sense of having been through something that had left him with no energy. The simple act of breathing felt strenuous.

He arrived at the office, the sterile environment doing nothing to soothe his inner turmoil. The receptionist called him and then, he saw him. It was Greg. Greg, who had once stolen his lunch money every day for a year. The revelation left him breathless.

Greg rose, a professional smile plastered across his face. "Ethan, come in. Have a seat." Ethan felt his resolve waver as he entered the office. His former tormentor was now the one asking him to open up.