Gemotions

The aroma of freshly cut grass, usually a comforting scent to Coach Stevens, felt nauseating today. He stood by the edge of the field, watching Ethan jog towards him. This was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon.

He recalled Ethan’s enthusiasm, the way he would always try his best. He was a hardworking kid. He had a great attitude. He felt a deep sense of responsibility.

He met Ethan halfway, the setting sun casting long shadows across the field. He gestured for him to sit on the bench. He delivered the news, his voice barely a whisper. He wanted to apologize.

He observed the boy's face and saw the disappointment, the confusion. He knew he'd inflicted pain. He felt it too, a dull ache in his chest that mirrored the boy's.