Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the airport hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to burrow into Amelia's skull. Her eyelids felt heavy, leaden. She slumped further into the uncomfortable plastic seat, the cheap material scratching against her skin. The announcement about the delay washed over her, a meaningless wave of noise. She just wanted to be *there*. She rubbed her temples, trying to ward off the throbbing that had begun to pulse behind her eyes. Missing her brother’s graduation was simply not an option.