Gemotions

He had tried to prepare himself, but the moment still slammed into him with the force of a tidal wave. He stared at the list, his name conspicuously absent. The paper felt like a burning brand in his hand.

He saw the smiles and back slaps as the coach congratulated the others, and the triumphant cheers pierced the air. He tried to muster a smile, but it felt frozen, unnatural.

His gaze lingered on Mark, who had been chosen. Mark, who, according to the team, had the best potential. His heart felt heavy. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat.

He turned and walked toward the exit, the joy of the others a bitter symphony accompanying his departure.