Gemotions

The pool water felt cold against her skin, but it didn't cool the internal heat that had been building. Chloe, a freestyle swimmer, found the monotonous laps of the pool a torture. The rhythmic splashing, the chlorine smell, all had begun to grate on her nerves. The thrill of competition had faded, leaving behind a profound sense of… nothingness. Her coach, sensing her lack of enthusiasm, called her over. "Chloe, I want you to try some backstroke drills."

Backstroke? She frowned. It felt so different, so strange. She felt her face burn as she nodded, the weight of the new training regimen sinking in. It was like learning a new language.