Gemotions

The airport felt cold and impersonal, a stark contrast to the warmth of the home she was desperately trying to reach. Maya ran a hand over the smooth, polished surface of the gate counter, feeling the cold seep into her skin. It was her anniversary, a decade of love and laughter she was supposed to celebrate with her husband. Now, she was trapped in this metal box, staring at a screen that offered only bad news. A sudden wave of sadness washed over her, a longing for the familiar smell of his aftershave, the way his hand always fit perfectly in hers. She closed her eyes, picturing their first date, the nervous excitement, the shared dreams – all now overshadowed by a frustrating delay.