Gemotions

"I just… I don't know," David mumbled, picking at the label on his soda bottle. The buzzing of the arcade felt overwhelming, a cacophony of sound he couldn't escape. He’d envisioned himself leading the school's gaming team to victory. Now, he was relegated to the bench, watching others play.

The brightly lit screens, typically a source of joy, now felt like mocking reminders of his failure. He was alone here, even surrounded by friends. He was losing all of his interest in the games, in everything. His shoulders slumped, the weight of his disappointment pressing down on him.