Gemotions

The message scrolled across the newsfeed: "Farewell, The Cozy Corner Cafe." John let out a shaky breath, the air whistling through his parted lips. It wasn't just a cafe; it was where he’d met Susan.

He remembered the first time he saw her, the way the sunlight caught in her hair as she sipped her latte. He'd stumbled over his words, completely mesmerized. The cafe had become their spot, a place of shared secrets and whispered promises. The chairs were their chairs.

He opened the app on his phone, searching for photos. He needed to revisit the images, the memory. He replayed that first day in his head. Then he realized he'd never take any new ones.