Gemotions

The cafe was filled with the aroma of roasted coffee and the chatter of strangers. He watched the girl on the stage, the one with the voice that was not his, the one who was singing "Evening Sky." He felt a tightening in his chest, a shortness of breath. He wanted to run, to disappear, but his legs felt leaden. The weight of his past, his failures, his regrets, held him in place. He was an observer, a ghost in his own life. The song swelled, filling the room, and he was consumed.