Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the stadium, usually a symphony of hope and joy, now seemed to vibrate with a cold, hollow light. He felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his extremities. It was the same feeling he’d get just before a game, but this time, it was laced with a chilling disbelief. John clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. He didn’t know how to process this information. He’d poured his heart and soul into every practice, every drill, every sprint. The coach's casual tone, devoid of the usual camaraderie, sliced through him.