Gemotions

He found himself pacing the sidelines, a caged animal. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of his disappointment. He was supposed to be in the game, playing, contributing. Instead, he was watching, a spectator to his own failure. He felt the cold steel of frustration deep inside.

The coach’s words still rang in his ears, a constant echo. He clenched his fists, the blood draining from his knuckles. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to release this pressure.

He turned away from the field, needing to escape the suffocating atmosphere. He walked with long, angry strides, the grass crunching beneath his feet. He had to get away.