Gemotions

A cold wave washed over him. He stood there, statue-like, the coach’s words ringing in his ears. The vibrant energy of the practice court, the scent of the freshly cut grass, the camaraderie of his teammates – all now felt like a cruel mockery. He felt an intense pressure building behind his eyes, a sensation of impending eruption. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis. He wanted to disappear.