Gemotions

The airport felt like a pressure cooker. David watched the clock on the wall, each second amplifying the pounding in his chest. He was supposed to be at his best friend’s wedding. He pictured Mark, standing at the altar, waiting.

He began to feel lightheaded. He felt his hands begin to shake. This wasn’t just a missed flight; it was a betrayal of a bond.

He texted Mark, typing and deleting messages, paralyzed by the weight of the situation. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape the suffocating terminal and somehow will himself to the venue.