Gemotions

The bustling terminal felt like a cacophony of unwanted noise. Sarah stared at the flickering departure screen. The information offered no comfort. She was supposed to be on a plane hours ago, on her way to London to see her best friend, who was unwell. Every minute ticked by, a fresh wave of anxiety building. Now, the precious hours were slipping away, each one a pang of guilt.

She picked at the corner of her boarding pass, the paper tearing easily under her impatient touch. The thought of the hospital, of her friend's face, felt heavy. She knew she should call, should reach out, but the energy to do so was elusive.

She watched the people around her, their faces etched with a spectrum of emotions. Some were on calls, yelling, while others were lost in their phones. Sarah felt like she was trapped in glass box, watching the world move on. She was a silent observer, cut off, detached.