Gemotions

The news landed like a punch to the gut. “We need you to transition to the tight end position.” My vision blurred. I couldn't understand why, after all this work as a receiver. I’d honed my skills, my speed, and now… this.

I felt a surge of adrenaline, making my muscles clench. My voice caught in my throat. I swallowed hard and tried again. “But, I… I don’t want to.” My voice sounded weak, inadequate. The coach's expression remained neutral, a mask of unyielding authority.

I clenched my fists so hard, my palms ached. The locker room spun around me. I turned and fled, needing to be away, far away, from the suffocating presence of their decisions.