Gemotions

The coach’s words echoed in Liam’s ears, a hollow sound in the vast stadium. “Liam, we need you at linebacker.” His usual position, quarterback, now felt like a distant dream. Liam clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck tightening. He nodded, forcing a casual shrug, but his stomach churned. The other players’ glances felt like pinpricks. He’d poured his heart into honing his passing arm, the countless hours spent studying playbooks, the sacrifices made. Now, it was… nothing.

He walked toward the equipment room, his steps heavier than usual. The familiar smell of leather and sweat usually invigorated him. Today, it felt oppressive. He stared at the linebacker pads, bulky and unfamiliar. A sigh escaped him, a puff of air carrying a weight he couldn’t name. He knew he'd do it. For the team. But the price felt steep.