meeting in the aisle

"He rocked back and forth, remembering again how to breathe. He wiped his face, his neck, with a handkerchief and found himself in the mirror. His face was pale, his eyes red. He looked bloated, grey and old. He realised he was crying. Snot trickled from his nose, tears marking his cheeks. He didn’t cry - he hadn’t cried since he was a kid. He massaged his chest. I will change, he promised. I will change."