Gemotions

"But…but that's impossible," James stammered, his voice barely audible above the general airport din. The ticket agent’s bland expression was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. He was meant to be on that flight. His fiancé was waiting for him, and now... now this.

He gripped the counter, his knuckles white. The blood drained from his face, leaving him feeling lightheaded and weak. He imagined his fiancé, alone, wondering where he was. The thought created a hollowness within him. He felt an overwhelming urge to run, to scream, to somehow force the situation to rectify itself.