Gemotions

The boarding gate felt like a cavern of echoing sighs. He watched families, couples, groups of friends board their flights, each interaction a painful reminder of what he lacked. He was supposed to meet his college roommate at his wedding, the culmination of years of friendship. He checked his watch, a futile gesture. The hands stubbornly refused to cooperate. His phone lay silent in his pocket, a cold, unfeeling companion. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair.