Gemotions

The airport buzzed around Daniel, a cacophony of ringing phones, crying children, and echoing announcements. His breath hitched in his chest as he stared at the screen. His father's gallery opening. He needed to be there. This was the moment his father had waited for his entire career. The delay felt like a physical blow, stealing the air from his lungs.

He grabbed his bag and started to move, but then stopped abruptly. Where could he go? What could he do? The options, like the hours, had dwindled. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a tightness in his jaw. He could feel his hands clenching into fists.

He reached for his phone, but couldn't seem to make the call. His fingers wouldn't cooperate. Every muscle in his body felt tense, like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap.