Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Marcus. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture a futile attempt to tame his frustration. His grandmother's ninetieth birthday celebration was the only reason he’d booked the flight. The delay meant he’d likely miss the luncheon.

He was meant to give a speech, a carefully crafted tribute filled with cherished memories. Now, he wouldn't be there to deliver it. A wave of dejection washed over him, leaving him feeling hollow. He stared at the flickering screen, each passing minute another grain of sand slipping through the hourglass of his regret.