Gemotions

The airport felt alien to Liam, the echoing announcements and the throngs of hurried travelers only serving to heighten his disorientation. He'd been looking forward to this trip – a crucial interview that could alter the course of his career. Now, with the news of the flight's delay, a strange hollowness consumed him.

He leaned against a cold wall, the hard surface offering no comfort. His breath hitched in his throat. He just didn't understand. Why was this happening? He ran his hands over his face, feeling the rough stubble against his skin.

He felt as if he'd stumbled into a play where he wasn't given the script. He kept muttering under his breath, trying to grasp onto some semblance of control.