Gemotions

The email landed with a thud, a digital brick in a moment that felt suspended in time. He reread the subject line: “Farewell from Antonelli’s.” His fingers tightened around his mouse, knuckles turning white. His world felt unsteady, on the verge of collapsing.

His chest felt tight, constricted. He took a shaky breath, the air thin and unsatisfying. He needed to be near it. He grabbed his coat, his movements frantic, and rushed out the door, his heart hammering against his ribs.

He had to see the place. Just one last time. He had to. His feet pounded against the pavement, each step a desperate plea.