Gemotions

"Another delay," Mark muttered, the words barely audible. He looked at his phone, the screen displaying a picture of his late father, a relic of better times. He was meant to be at the unveiling of the memorial plaque today. The ceremony, a tribute to his father's life, felt crucial, a way to honor his legacy. The news of the delay hit him like a physical blow. He remembered the quiet strength in his father’s eyes, the way he always knew the right thing to say. A profound stillness settled over him, a feeling of regret heavy in the air, a silent ache for what he was missing. He ran a hand through his hair, the touch a comfort in the impersonal space.