Gemotions

The track meet was happening right now. He knew he should have gone to support his friends, but he couldn't. He was supposed to be running alongside them, a key member of the relay team. He was still bitter about not making the team. The ache in his chest was a constant companion.

He sat on his bed, the worn-out sneakers he'd trained in lying discarded on the floor. Every few minutes he would pick up his phone to check the live updates. The news of each win, the cheers, the pictures. Every bit of information he saw made him feel more rotten inside.

He finally turned off his phone, threw it on the bed, and walked over to the window. The bright afternoon sun seemed to mock him, the vibrant world outside a kaleidoscope of happiness he wasn't allowed to partake in. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms tightening.