Gemotions

The weight of the silence in the locker room was crushing. Sarah stood frozen, her equipment bag still slung over her shoulder, the familiar weight feeling foreign and burdensome. Everyone else was already celebrating, slapping each other on the back, their voices echoing with excitement. She felt like an intruder, a misplaced object.

Her vision blurred. She focused on the cracks in the painted wall, tracing their paths with her eyes. They seemed to mirror the cracks that had appeared in her carefully constructed plans. A strange, hollow ache settled in her chest. She couldn't understand. She had given everything. What had gone wrong?