Gemotions

He’d practically run to the gym, his backpack thudding against his back. Liam could taste the victory, the tangible reward for endless hours of practice, the unwavering dedication. The air felt charged, crackling with an almost electric anticipation. He’d visualized this scenario a hundred times.

He’d arrived earlier than everyone else. He wanted to secure his spot. He did not know why, but he felt an urge to be the first one there. He drummed his fingers, a rapid staccato against the worn wooden bleachers. His heart thumped a frenzied rhythm.

The gym doors remained locked. He knew that the coach had to do something first. A thrill, a tingling sensation, spread through his limbs. This was it.