Gemotions

He glared at the gate agent, who looked increasingly stressed. The delay. Her birthday. He could still make it, maybe. But each second felt like an eternity. He ran his hands through his hair. He walked in circles. He needed to be there.

He looked around. The airport was a hub of frustrated travelers. He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen, as though willing the flight to take off. The sound of the announcement became a physical blow. He clenched his fists, struggling to stay composed.