Gemotions

"More coffee?" The barista offered with a practiced smile, but Leo just shook his head, his gaze fixed on the letter clutched in his hand. The cafe, usually a sanctuary, felt suffocating. The air was thick with the scent of pastries and the murmur of conversations, both of which now felt like a personal affront.

He replayed the encounter that brought this letter to life. A knot formed in his stomach. He didn’t want to be here, reliving the past. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. He hadn't wanted this to happen. He wanted to scream.