Gemotions

She dragged her suitcase across the polished floor, the wheels squeaking a mournful tune. Her bones felt brittle, like they might snap at any moment. The news of the delay had hit her like a physical blow. A sigh escaped her lips as she dropped onto the nearest bench. This was her fault. She should have left earlier. Her brother’s graduation, the event she’d been anticipating for months, felt increasingly distant. The crowd around her was a kaleidoscope of energy, but she was trapped in a gray fog. She stared blankly at the departures board, its flickering information mocking her.