Gemotions

He stared at the unfamiliar playbook, the diagrams blurring before his eyes. Years he spent honing his skills as a goalie; now, he was being moved to forward. The net, his domain, now felt like a distant memory. Alex felt a coldness creeping through his limbs, a premonition of failure. His usually sharp mind struggled to process the complex plays, the new strategies. He leaned back against the wall, trying to breathe deeply, but the air felt thin and inadequate, as if he was struggling to grasp at something that constantly eluded him.