Gemotions

The sign, freshly painted, proclaimed the end. "The Cozy Corner Cafe - Closed." Mark stood frozen, the wind whipping around him, chilling him to the bone. He’d known it was coming, business had been slow, but still, seeing it in black and white was like a punch to the gut.

He slowly walked towards the building, then turned away. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, making his knees weak. The thought of losing his haven, the place where he could get away from it all, felt like a personal loss.

He stumbled back to his car, fumbling with the keys, his vision blurring. He drove in silence, the emptiness of the closed restaurant echoing inside him.