Gemotions

The air in the arena felt thin, almost brittle. Coach Olsen sat slumped in his office chair, staring at the picture on his desk. It was a team photo from last year, all smiling faces, full of hope. He felt his hands begin to shake. The walls seemed to be closing in, the space shrinking around him.

He was losing a player, but it felt like losing a part of himself. He ran a hand over his face. The pressure, the weight, it was almost unbearable. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips. He felt unable to focus, an unwelcome haze clouding his vision.

He had to get up, go out there, and shatter a dream.