Gemotions

The air in the terminal felt thick and stagnant, the stale air doing nothing to help the situation. Robert sighed, a sound filled with the accumulated weariness of a long and fruitless wait. He had already tried everything to keep his mind occupied. He’d read a book, done a crossword puzzle, and even attempted to write a short story. None of it had worked. The anticipation for the concert, the one he had been waiting months for, was now turning to ashes.

He tapped his foot impatiently, a nervous rhythm that echoed his internal frustration. He glanced at the clock again, knowing the time hadn't changed, and felt a fresh wave of disappointment wash over him.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of resignation. He closed his eyes, conjuring up the energy to take a walk, and get some fresh air.