Gemotions

He spent the evening staring at the ceiling. The news had been delivered hours ago, but the sting remained fresh. He felt as if someone had just uprooted his future and tossed it aside.

He replayed the tryouts in his mind, each mistake magnified under a merciless spotlight. The coach's words, each phrase and syllable, were tattooed in his memory. They repeated like a broken record, a constant reminder of his failure.

He closed his eyes, the darkness behind his eyelids offering no solace. He felt a deep, profound sense of isolation. The world continued outside, but he felt disconnected, adrift in a sea of disappointment.