Gemotions

The cafeteria was a hive of chattering voices and carefree laughter. He pushed his tray of food around, unable to eat, the lump in his throat too large. Every happy face, every joyous conversation felt like a personal insult.

He spotted the coach across the room, laughing with the other players. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of resentment through him. He imagined spilling his tray, throwing it, causing a scene.

He stood up, abruptly, knocking his chair over with a loud crash. All eyes turned toward him. He ignored them and stormed out, leaving his untouched meal behind. The door slammed behind him.