Gemotions

The news had been delivered with such casual finality, yet it had shattered him. Marcus wandered through the park, each step felt heavy. The sun was shining, but he was in a shadow. The team had rejected him.

He kicked a small stone along the path, his gaze fixed on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He could feel a strange pressure behind his eyes, a sensation like the world was spinning in slow motion.

He sat on a bench, the wood cold against his back. He clasped his hands together, squeezing them tight. He thought of his parents' reactions. They had invested so much. The idea of going home and facing them was excruciating, like an impossible climb. He felt as if a part of him was gone.