Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows across the empty football field. Coach Olsen stood on the fifty-yard line, facing Kevin. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly mown grass, but the scene was anything but idyllic. He took a deep breath, the cold air stinging his lungs.

The list was in his hand, a tangible weight. He stared at it, the names blurring before his eyes. The light of the setting sun glinted off the metal of the stadium lights, creating an unnatural glare. He felt a tremor run through his body.

Kevin's face fell, his expression darkening. He looked away, his jaw clenched, and his fists balled at his sides. He slowly turned and walked towards the locker room. The sound of his cleats crunching on the gravel path seemed to amplify the silence.