Gemotions

“You’re going to be a setter now, David.” The volleyball coach’s words, calm and professional, were a red flag to a bull. David, a star outside hitter, felt his insides twist. It was a complete reversal of his role. He felt betrayed.

His hands shook as he grasped his water bottle, squeezing it until he thought it would burst. He wanted to hurl it across the gym. He’d spent years perfecting his powerful spikes. He was a hitter, a game-changer.

He couldn't meet the coach’s gaze. The man’s suggestion felt like a personal attack. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain control. He mumbled something about needing air and stomped toward the exit, the echoes of the coach's words still ringing in his ears.