Gemotions

The coffee shop was crowded. Sunlight poured through the large window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Liam, hunched over a table, picked at the paper cup, his eyes fixed on the photograph displayed on the wall behind the counter – his.

It was a street scene, a candid snapshot of a rainy day. He remembered the moment – the cold, the damp, the fleeting beauty. He’d loved capturing that. Now, it was… public. He sipped his lukewarm coffee. The bitterness felt insignificant.

The barista, a young woman with vibrant blue hair, leaned in. "Isn't it amazing? The artist is so talented." She didn't look at him, her attention already drifting. Liam found himself wanting to disappear. The space inside him felt like a sponge absorbing the sounds of the cafe. He could just be. The world could just be.