Gemotions

He’d envisioned the moment a thousand times: the roar of the crowd, the congratulatory pats on the back. Now, the silence was deafening. James stood frozen, the acceptance letter clutched limply in his hand. It wasn't the university he’d poured his life into preparing for. He tasted bile at the back of his throat. His legs felt like they were made of concrete, rooted to the spot on the curb outside the coach's office. Sunlight glinted off the car parked in front, but the day seemed to have lost its brilliance.