Gemotions

"You're strong, but we need someone with better passing," the coach had said, his voice even and calm. "We're putting you at the wing." Liam felt a coldness wash over him. He was a center midfielder, the heart of the team.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. His hands shook as he balled them into fists. He had worked so hard to improve his speed, his stamina, his positioning. Now, everything had changed.

He stood there, stunned. He wanted to argue, to plead, to beg. He wanted to be acknowledged. He looked out at the familiar field and was filled with a sense of emptiness. He had to prove them wrong.