Gemotions

"Thank you for coming," the words left his lips smoothly, as if rehearsed. The young man stood before him, his face a mask of uncertainty. He was a good kid, Coach Ramirez knew that, but the team's needs came first.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the empty field. He had chosen the location carefully, a place where they could talk in peace, without distractions. He kept his hands in his pockets.

He began explaining his decision. The words felt natural, precise. He looked his player in the eye. He felt no discomfort. He felt nothing, just the need to fulfill his duty.