Gemotions

He stood outside, his breath misting in the cool evening air. He'd been standing there, frozen, for what felt like hours. He glared at the sign, at the glowing, inviting neon letters. The whole facade was a lie.

He knew he should go in. He knew he should experience it one last time. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The door remained a closed barrier to him.

He kicked a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. Every passing second amplified the sense of loss, the feeling of being trapped in a slow-motion nightmare.