Gemotions

He had been planning on going tonight. Every Friday night for the last few years, he would visit "The Burger Joint". Now, reading the message on their website, the feeling of lead poured into his stomach. The words swam before his eyes.

He paced his apartment, muttering under his breath. He clutched his chest, as if trying to physically contain the racing rhythm of his heart. The air felt thin, difficult to breathe. The restaurant was the best part of his week.

He couldn't sit still.