Gemotions

The cold air of the stadium, usually invigorating, felt oppressive today. Coach Baker stood by the bleachers, waiting for the young girl to arrive. She was already late. He felt a rising sense of unease. He knew this would be difficult.

He remembered her love for the sport, her infectious energy, the way she made the whole team better, even without the necessary skill. He remembered feeling the sting of rejection himself.

As she approached, her face bright, he felt a wave of remorse. He called her over and sat her down, offering her his water bottle. He began to speak, attempting to explain.

He focused on the team's needs, trying to soften the blow. He avoided looking directly at her, unable to bear the sadness he knew he’d caused. He hoped she knew he’d wanted her.