Gemotions

The silence in the locker room was deafening. James stared at his reflection, the mirror reflecting a stranger. He’d dedicated every waking moment to this, sacrificing parties, friendships, even sleep, all for a spot on the track team.

His stomach churned, a knot of anxiety tightening with each passing second. He’d expected to be celebrating with the others, but instead, he was here, alone, the discarded tryout sheet in his trembling hands. The paper felt like a branding iron, searing the truth into his soul.

He couldn't meet the gaze of the other athletes. He quickly grabbed his bag, avoiding eye contact, and made his escape. His feet shuffled across the floor as if he were underwater.