Gemotions

The weight of the helmet felt oppressive on Leo’s head, pressing down on him, constricting his thoughts. He kept replaying the conversation in his mind, the coach’s calm, almost dismissive tone. "Offensive line. We need your size and strength there." A sob threatened to escape, but he swallowed it down, forcing himself to focus. The field seemed to blur around him, the vibrant green a dizzying swirl. He hadn’t touched a football in months. He focused on his breathing, desperate to find an anchor in the storm of panic that threatened to overwhelm him. His legs felt like lead, incapable of movement.