Gemotions

The tapping on the table became more frantic as she waited. The coffee in front of her was untouched, growing cold. The newspaper lay open, the headline screaming at her: *Le Fleur Bistro Closing*. She felt a pressure in her head as she struggled to breathe properly.

She had to see it for herself. She didn’t quite believe it. The restaurant was more than just food; it was a sanctuary. The place where she and her sister had planned their lives. The walls seemed to vibrate with memories.

The door chimes had a different ring to them now, less bright. The waiter's face was sympathetic, a stark contrast to the usual cheerful greetings. Tears began to well up.