Gemotions

Rain lashed against the airport window, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She chewed on her lip, the taste of stale lipstick a bitter reminder of the presentation she was about to miss. Three days of preparation, countless late nights, and for what? To be stuck in this echoing terminal, surrounded by crying babies and stressed-out business travelers. Her stomach churned. The airline's automated voice droned on about unforeseen circumstances, but all Amelia heard was the death knell of her ambitions. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, a frantic attempt to ground herself.