Gemotions

He leaned against the window, the cold glass a stark contrast to his mounting internal heat. The airport's artificial lighting created a stark contrast with the dimming daylight outside. The concert. The culmination of months of excitement and anticipation. Now, it was slipping away.

He ran his hands over his face, as if trying to physically wipe away the stress. He closed his eyes, imagining the music, the lights, the shared experience he was now missing.

A knot of frustration tightened in his stomach. Each passing second was a tiny stab of regret. He focused his gaze on the sky, trying to find some semblance of peace.