Gemotions

The empty parking space outside the restaurant was a betrayal. He’d expected to find Mr. Davies there, waiting as he always did, a smile creasing his weathered face. He’d planned to share news of his promotion, seeking his counsel. Instead, an empty space.

He sat at the usual table, the low hum of the restaurant a discordant soundtrack to his inner turmoil. He stirred his coffee, finding himself staring at the untouched silverware, mimicking his mentor's perfect set-up. A bitter taste lingered in his mouth.

He kept seeing flashes of their time together. The quiet mentorship. The shared laughter. The wisdom offered with a gentle touch. He felt a sting behind his eyes, a feeling he hadn't experienced since childhood. He wanted to call, to text, to do anything to simply find him. He just wanted to know why.

He felt the weight of his own decisions. He realized he was alone, now.