Gemotions

The rain hammered against the bus window, mirroring the relentless drumming in Ethan's head. He stared out at the blurred city, the lights of the buildings seeming to mock his misery. He'd read it on his phone during his commute. "The Corner Bistro: Our Last Day."

He slumped lower in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest, as if trying to shield himself from the world. Every muscle in his body felt tight, as if they'd been strained for hours.

He recalled the comforting smell of coffee, the warmth of the fireplace in the bistro. It wasn't just a restaurant; it was a gathering place. He felt a deep sense of loss, a void opening up inside him.

The bus lurched to a stop, but he barely registered it. He was lost in his own bleak thoughts.