Gemotions

The world felt heavy as Liam trudged across the practice field. His cleats dragged in the grass, each step a monumental effort. He was a natural forward, always had been. Now, the coach wanted him to try defense.

“Liam, listen,” Coach Thompson began, clapping him on the shoulder. It felt more like a burden than encouragement. “We need you back there, you've got the speed and the vision.”

Liam nodded, staring at his boots. The thought of running backwards, of reacting instead of creating, just made his limbs feel like lead. He’d spend all day feeling slow.

“Alright, Coach,” he finally said, his voice flat. He could already feel the familiar weight settling in his chest.