Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s hands as he stared at the selection. He’d visualized this moment for years: the jersey, the roar of the crowd, the camaraderie. Now, it felt like a dream shattering. His chest felt constricted, as if a weight was pressing down. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to budge. He wanted to approach Coach Miller, to demand an explanation, but his feet felt rooted to the spot. The other players, already celebrating, looked like figures in a hazy, distant painting.