Gemotions

He picked at the chipped paint on the armrest, his gaze fixed on the endless stream of arriving and departing flights. The funeral. Liam wasn't there to offer comfort, support his family, give his eulogy. He clenched and unclenched his fists, the blood draining from his knuckles. He could feel the weight of their grief, and his own inability to be there, a heavy burden crushing him. The silence of the airport, the vacant stares of the other passengers, seemed to amplify his sense of isolation.