Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the pale sunlight streaming through the airport window, a slow, melancholic ballet. Daniel fidgeted, checking his watch for the tenth time. His grandmother's funeral. He was already late. Each delay felt like another layer of guilt, another missed opportunity to say goodbye. The memory of her warm embrace, her gentle smile, played in his mind like a recurring dream. The realization that he wouldn't see her again brought a lump to his throat. He wished he could turn back time, to relive the moments he had taken for granted. He felt a deep sense of sorrow settle on him.