Gemotions

“No way,” Ben said aloud, staring at the notification on his phone. His breath caught in his throat. The "Sunset Grill" was closing. His favorite place, the one that always cheered him up, was going away. It was all he had. The world seemed to wobble beneath his feet. He felt his face flush with heat.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it. His vision blurred. He couldn't process it. He stood up suddenly, knocking over his chair. The wood hit the floor with a loud thud. He needed to do something. He paced back and forth, a caged animal in a tiny space. He had to go there one last time.