Gemotions

The announcement crackled over the intercom: “Further delays…” Liam groaned, sinking lower in his seat. This was a disaster. He was supposed to be proposing to her tonight. He'd spent weeks planning it. Now, it looked like his carefully constructed romantic evening was crumbling.

He pushed a strand of hair from his forehead, sweat beading. His palms were clammy. He could practically taste the champagne, feel her hand in his, see her face light up.

He closed his eyes, replaying their first meeting in his mind. The memory, usually comforting, now amplified his unrest. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling suffocated. The air seemed thick, heavy with the weight of his disappointment and… something else. He needed to *move*.