Gemotions

The world had shifted on its axis. I stood there, frozen, the coach’s words echoing in the vast emptiness of my mind. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on everything, and all the color had drained from the room. I felt a strange detachment, watching myself from above, a silent observer in this devastating scene. My fingers twitched, as if reaching for something, anything to hold onto. I wanted to scream, to protest, to demand an explanation, but only a silent sob escaped, catching in my throat.