Gemotions

The tremor in his hands was slight, but noticeable to him. He usually loved this street, the bright lights, the busy crowds. Tonight, it felt like a labyrinth. *Sushi Zen* was done. Just like that. His safe haven, the place where he could unwind after a brutal day at work, was no more.

He had reread the message from his friend over and over again, the words echoing in his mind. He tried to think of an alternative, a substitute, but none came to mind. The thought was impossible. He knew every server, every sushi chef, every detail.

He stood outside, his breath catching in his throat, and stared at the dark windows. It felt like a betrayal. He thought of all the memories, the birthdays, the promotions celebrated inside those walls.