Gemotions

He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the motion repeating itself every few seconds. Liam paced the small waiting area, his footsteps echoing on the polished floor. The wedding of his best friend, his brother in every sense but blood, was hours away. The news of the delay hit him like a physical blow.

A tremor ran through him. He pulled out his phone again, the screen reflecting the anxiousness in his eyes. He sent another text to the groom, a carefully worded message concealing the sheer panic coursing through his veins.

The airport felt like a pressure cooker. He rubbed at his temples, trying to ward off the building headache. Each announcement chipped away at the hope he clung to, like water dripping on stone.