Gemotions

The news felt like a cruel joke. *"Farewell to the Spice Route."* David's shoulders slumped. He felt a sudden chill, despite the warm spring day. He'd looked forward to it every week, and now it was gone.

He felt the familiar tug of a headache behind his eyes. He sat in his chair, staring blankly at the wall. The world seemed to shrink around him. The vivid colors of the restaurant, the exotic spices, the lively music, all fading.

He wanted to argue, to deny it, but the information was clear. He felt the need to get away from everything, to hide.