Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the pub. Elias hunched further into the corner booth, the dim light doing little to dispel the shadows clinging to him. He’d come seeking solace in the bottom of a pint, but the music, a familiar, heartbreaking melody, had stopped him cold. It was *his* song, the one he'd poured his soul into, now being butchered by a boisterous cover band. He felt a clenching in his stomach, a physical manifestation of the unease that had been his constant companion lately. He slammed his fist on the table, the abrupt noise a release he hadn't known he needed.