Gemotions

He sat on the bench, watching the team practice, the familiar roar of the crowd replaced by an unnatural silence within him. Mark, the lead hitter for the baseball team, had felt this way for weeks. The routine of batting practice, the endless drills, the same pitches, the same swings, it all felt… monotonous. His jaw tightened as his eyes followed the movements. The coach's call, loud and clear, broke through the listlessness. "Mark, I need you to give the outfield a shot."

A cold feeling settled in his chest. Outfield? He'd always been a hitter. This was a completely new perspective on the game. He felt a twinge of resentment as he rose and walked towards the outfield, the sun hot on his back. The idea of learning, of adapting, sounded exhausting.