Gemotions

The news hit Arthur like a punch to the gut. He'd just read the flyer. The words swam before his eyes: "The Book Nook Bistro – Last Day Open." He felt a strange tightening in his throat.

The bistro was a haven from the world, a place where he could lose himself in a book and sip coffee, surrounded by others. The quiet, the comfort, the sense of… belonging... it was a place he always felt at peace. Now, that would be gone.

He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture he often used when feeling flustered. He felt an unusual sense of weight pressing against him. He knew he'd have to find somewhere else to go now, but the prospect felt exhausting.