Gemotions

The old gym was quiet, save for the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on the polished floor. Robert, alone with his thoughts, walked toward the exit, the weight of the coach's decision pressing on him like a physical burden. He had spent his whole life working towards his dream, and now it was gone. He looked back at the court, the scene of so many victories, so many defeats, and felt a wave of sadness wash over him.

He was still wearing his uniform. His shoes. Everything.

He felt an unsettling disconnect, as if he were a character in a play, watching his own life unfold. He ran his hand through his hair. He could feel it. The feeling of being removed.

He opened the door and walked into the world.