Gemotions

He found out while scrolling through social media. A photo of the empty booths at Luigi's, a caption laden with goodbyes. Michael, who considered Luigi’s his second home, clicked the "like" button with a shaking hand. A wave of heat washed over him, making him strangely uncomfortable in his own skin. He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing loudly in the quiet apartment. He felt an intense need to escape, to be anywhere else. He found himself running a hand through his hair, over and over, as if searching for something.