Gemotions

The news felt like a gentle shove. The delayed flight was a setback, but it didn't ignite her fiery temper. Instead, she took a long, slow breath, a deep sigh escaping her lips. The anticipation she'd felt for her uncle's funeral had begun to ebb.

The waiting area was a chaotic mixture of conversations, ringing phones, and crying children. She found a quiet corner and curled up in the chair. Her thoughts moved slowly. She felt a profound sense of tiredness, an absence of the usual energy that drove her.

She stared out the window. The sky, a hazy, overcast grey, reflected her mood. She pulled her knees to her chest, her arms wrapping around them, a small, protective gesture.