Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the diner cast an eerie glow over the rain-slicked street. Mia sat alone at the counter, stirring her coffee, its surface rippling with the tremors in her hand. The diner was quiet, save for the crackle of the radio.

Then, a familiar intro. Her song. Sung by someone she didn't know. A country twang replaced her own raspy vulnerability. It felt… wrong. She felt a profound sense of displacement.

She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she took a long, slow sip of the coffee, letting the bitterness linger on her tongue. It was a bitter, hollow taste that mirrored the emptiness inside of her.