Gemotions

"He just said, 'we're going in a different direction,'" Kevin muttered to himself as he walked into the chilly night air. He stopped, leaned against a brick wall, and pressed his forehead against the cool surface. The dampness seeped through his jersey, a coldness that mirrored the emptiness inside.

He felt the sting of unshed tears. He'd poured his heart and soul into the game, only to be deemed expendable. The other players were already piling into cars, laughing, their futures secure. He was left standing alone, a ghost of what might have been. The city lights flickered, casting long, lonely shadows that seemed to mock his solitude.