Gemotions

The silence felt deafening in the crowded terminal. Michael shifted restlessly in his seat, his gaze locked on the flickering departure board. His chance at a job interview. A job that could change everything.

He drummed his fingers on his knee, a rapid, erratic rhythm. He felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, mirroring the frantic beat of his heart.

He fumbled with his phone, checking for updates, refreshing the airline’s website. The loading circle spun endlessly, a cruel reminder of his powerlessness. He felt a wave of nausea, a dizzying sensation of being adrift.