Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the drumming in Elias's temples. He hunched over his lukewarm latte, the foam a swirling, unappealing mess. A low, persistent ache settled in his shoulders. He hadn't slept properly in weeks. Then, from the small stage in the corner, a voice began to sing. It was a familiar melody, a song he'd poured his heart into years ago, a song that had since become a minor hit for a younger, flashier pop star. His fingers tightened around the ceramic cup. He just wanted to disappear, melt into the worn upholstery of the booth.