Gemotions

The world felt muted. Amelia stared at the flyer, the glossy paper a stark contrast to the hollow feeling inside her chest. "Chez Marcel: Last Day Sunday." Chez Marcel was more than just a restaurant; it was a sanctuary, a haven. The announcement played over and over in her head.

She picked at the corner of the flyer, her fingers restless. She'd always found solace there, the aroma of garlic and herbs, the clinking of glasses. The thought of losing that was overwhelming. The usual exuberance she felt at the start of the week now felt like it would take an eternity to come.

She went to the window, the city lights a blur. She felt like her spirit had been hollowed out. She felt tired to her bones. Perhaps she'd visit them tomorrow. One last time.