Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the departure gate hummed, a relentless, irritating drone. Elias slumped further into the stiff plastic seat, his shoulders rounded, his gaze fixed on the flickering flight status screen. The digital display stubbornly clung to the "delayed" message, a cruel reminder of the hours he was bleeding away. He felt a pressure building in his chest, a constriction that tightened with each passing announcement. He clenched and unclenched his fists, a nervous tic. He had to be at the art gallery opening; it was crucial for his career, for everything he had worked towards.