Gemotions

The basketball bounced on the court, a rhythmic thud that was usually a source of energy. Now, it was just noise. Leo’s name wasn’t on the list, the stark print of the roster a harsh reality.

He leaned against the wall, watching the others dribble and shoot. His body felt heavy, his muscles leaden. The excitement of the tryouts was gone, replaced by a pervasive stillness.

He watched the sun set over the stadium, the sky painting with streaks of orange and purple. The colors seemed distant, unreal. He slowly started to gather his things, the actions mechanical and slow.