Gemotions

The weight of the helmet felt heavier than usual on Liam’s head. He adjusted it again, the plastic pressing against his temples. “Fullback? Really?” he muttered to himself. The words of the offensive coordinator replayed: “We need more physicality.” He'd always been known for his speed, his ability to dart through defenses. Now, he was being asked to become a battering ram. He kicked at a loose divot in the field, a small explosion of dirt that did nothing to alleviate the hollowness in his chest. His teammates were already engaged in drills, their energy radiating across the practice field. He felt like an island.