Gemotions

Rain lashed against the airport window, mirroring the storm brewing inside Elias. He hadn’t touched his lukewarm coffee in an hour, just stared at the flickering departure board with a growing sense of dread. The delay announcement – another two hours – had been the final straw. His best friend’s wedding was supposed to be starting right now. He’d meticulously chosen his suit, practiced his speech, and now… this. He kicked at the leg of a nearby chair, the metal scraping echoing in the near-empty gate.

He’d called Amelia, the bride, offering a perfunctory apology over the phone. Her cheerful tone – a stark contrast to his own tight-lipped replies – had only amplified his frustration. He slumped lower in his seat, the airport’s sterile air suddenly suffocating.