Gemotions

"This isn't happening," Clara muttered, her voice barely a whisper. Her jaw clenched so tight, she could feel a dull ache spreading through her temples. Her sister's graduation. Years of hard work, sacrificed to build a better life. Now, this… this disaster.

She threw her carry-on bag onto the floor, the thud echoing in the deserted gate area. She began to rapidly pace back and forth, muttering under her breath. The rhythmic beat of her footsteps was the only sound to break the oppressive quiet.

Her eyes darted around, as if searching for an escape route, a hidden door that would magically transport her to the ceremony. Each passing minute felt like an eternity. She stopped abruptly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her.