Gemotions

He stared at the email, its subject line a stark proclamation of doom. “Farewell, Customers.” He felt a tremor in his fingertips as he began to read. He'd poured over their menu, memorized it almost, ordered every week. "The Burger Barn." Gone.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a sense of loss that surprised him. He closed his eyes, picturing the greasy paper bag, the warmth of the burger in his hands, the satisfying first bite. The image, once a source of pleasure, now felt like a painful memory.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent room. He stood, his legs trembling slightly. He felt the urgent need to leave, to escape the confines of his apartment. He grabbed his keys and jacket, the movements jerky and hurried, fueled by a sudden, inexplicable agitation.