Gemotions

He hadn't felt this off-kilter since that tumble from his bike when he was ten. The airport hummed around him, a cacophony of announcements and hurried footsteps. He'd been waiting for her, his best friend from kindergarten, now a successful businesswoman. He saw her, approaching his gate. She had that same distinctive walk, that familiar, infectious smile. But when she turned to him, the smile faded. Confusion colored her face. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice clipped and professional. "I don't believe we've met." He stared at her, the sudden need to sit down nearly overwhelming him. The bright lights of the terminal seemed to pulse, and the noise amplified.