Gemotions

“Next up, our starting lineup!” The announcer’s voice boomed through the stadium. Sarah's chest tightened. She waited, anticipation clawing at her stomach. The names were called, one after another, each a fresh knife twisting in her gut. Not hers. She didn't hear her name.

A wave of dizziness washed over her. The roaring crowd suddenly sounded distant, muffled. She clutched the railing of the bleachers, her knuckles white. The green field, once a canvas of possibility, now felt like a vast, empty wasteland. She felt as though the very air had been sucked from her lungs.