Gemotions

The small, handwritten notice on the door of "The Bookworm Bistro" hit her like a punch. "Closing Due to Unforeseen Circumstances." Amelia felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

She had spent countless afternoons there, lost in books and sipping their delicious herbal tea. The aroma of old paper and roasted coffee beans was ingrained in her very being. Where would she find such solace now?

Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone, immediately texting her friend. She needed to share this feeling of desolation, to know she wasn't alone. The world suddenly felt colder, more barren.