Gemotions

He kicked at a discarded newspaper, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet gate area. Richard was supposed to be celebrating his anniversary, a romantic getaway with his wife. Instead, he was stuck here.

He stared out the window, watching the rain beat against the glass, the scene reflecting the turmoil within him. The thought of her waiting, of their missed plans, made his chest constrict.

He sat back in his chair, feeling the weight of the hours passing, each one a missed moment, a stolen memory. He felt a deep, gnawing sense of loss.