Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Leo's apartment, mirroring the turmoil within him. He'd just finished reading the notification – "Bella Notte’s Last Supper: July 31st." His stomach twisted. He’d practically grown up in that place. The clatter of cutlery, the boisterous laughter, the smell of garlic and oregano… a familiar comfort now extinguished. He slammed his fist on the table, a sound lost in the downpour. He felt…empty. He pulled the curtains shut, plunging the room into further darkness.