Gemotions

He knew it was the last time he'd sit at the counter of "Pat's Pizza." Mark felt a tightness in his chest, knowing this was it.

He thought of all the times he'd come here, after games, after school, after everything. The smell of the place was like a warm blanket. He felt the warmth spreading through him.

He took a bite of the pizza, the familiar taste exploding in his mouth. He watched the pizza maker, the same man who had served him for years. He felt such a fondness for the place.