Gemotions

"Just breathe," Michael muttered, his voice cracking. He was supposed to be in San Francisco for his best friend's surprise engagement party. Now, stuck in Atlanta because of weather. He'd painstakingly crafted the perfect speech.

He ran a hand through his hair, the action almost violent. He’d missed so many important moments. He could feel it in his teeth. He felt like his teeth were the only things that were still real.

He felt like a ghost, a spectator in his own life. Each passing minute chipped away at his composure. He slumped in his chair, a prisoner of circumstance and regret.