Gemotions

"I don't get it," Alex whispered, his voice barely audible above the drone of the lawnmower. He stood in his backyard, staring at the soccer goal, usually a source of pride, now a symbol of his failure. He’d trained relentlessly, dreaming of a spot on the team. He didn't make it.

He felt a sense of disconnect, as if he was watching a movie of his own life. The vibrant green grass, once a playground, now seemed a vast and empty space. His shoulders slumped, he felt numb and disconnected from his own body. He had no desire to touch the ball.