Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. "No, you didn't make the cut." He felt his face flush with heat. His palms began to sweat. The other players, those arrogant and overconfident athletes, were going to compete without him.

He excused himself and stumbled out of the stadium, the lights blurring before his eyes. The street felt hostile, the cars menacing. He began to walk, his pace accelerating, his fists clenched, his jaw locked.

He wanted to tear the world apart. They would regret this. They would all regret this.