Gemotions

The coach clapped him on the back, a gesture that felt more like a shove. "You're a strong runner, Kevin. We need you to take the ball." Kevin felt the blood drain from his face. He was a wide receiver, a master of routes, a dancer across the field. Now, they wanted him to be a running back.

His legs felt heavy, his usual grace replaced by a clumsy awkwardness. The other players' expressions were a mix of pity and excitement. He felt like he'd been thrown into an unfamiliar arena. The playbook, once a source of comfort, now felt like a set of foreign instructions. He wanted to shout, to object, but the words wouldn’t come. He just nodded, his throat constricted.