Gemotions

The airport felt alien, a maze of echoing announcements and bustling crowds. Michael ran a hand through his hair, his fingers catching on the strands. The news of the flight delay had hit him like a physical blow. His best friend’s going-away party, the one he had looked forward to all month, seemed increasingly distant. He slumped into a chair, the plastic biting into his skin. He felt a profound sense of helplessness. The terminal hummed, a monotonous drone that seemed to burrow into his very core.