Gemotions

The flickering airport monitor cast long, skeletal shadows across Amelia's face. Her stomach churned. She paced the tiled floor, the click of her heels echoing in the near-empty terminal. Each announcement of yet another delay was a fresh stab. Her sister’s wedding was supposed to be happening *right now*. She clutched the phone, the screen cracked like a spiderweb, a silent testament to the number of frantic calls she'd made. "They'll understand," she muttered, but the words felt hollow, bouncing off the sterile walls like a cruel joke. Her jaw clenched. She felt a knot forming in her chest.