Gemotions

The vibrant, chaotic energy of the departure lounge felt muted. Her voice, usually so full of laughter, stuck in her throat. The graduation ceremony. Years of hard work, her daughter. The flight was delayed, and the announcement played on loop.

She pressed her palms against her temples, as if trying to physically contain the chaos inside. The world was spinning, her vision narrowing. The weight of disappointment threatened to crush her. A sense of disorientation, and a slow, agonizing slide toward despair.