Gemotions

Liam ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the rough strands offering no comfort. The stadium lights seemed to glare with a malevolent intensity, highlighting his sweat-soaked jersey. He’d lived and breathed center, the anchor of the offensive line, for as long as he could remember. Now, after a stellar season, the coach wanted him at cornerback. He imagined the jarring hit from a running back, the humiliation of missing a tackle. His breath hitched in his chest, a sudden, ragged intake that left him feeling lightheaded. A profound disquiet washed over him.