Gemotions

The small office felt like a cage. Coach Adams shifted in his chair, the leather creaking in the suffocating silence. He was about to tell Javier. He didn't want to.

He remembered Javier’s dedication, his quiet determination, his unwavering belief in himself. He'd seen him working tirelessly on his skills. He admired his resilience. He was a good kid.

He looked at Javier, his posture straight, his eyes hopeful, and the weight on his shoulders felt almost unbearable. He began, knowing that whatever he said would fall short. He hated the forced professionalism of the moment.

He kept the explanation brief, trying to avoid any unnecessary cruelty. He ended by offering to help the boy in any way he could. It felt inadequate, but he knew he could do no more.