Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the practice room hummed, a monotonous drone accompanying the gravity of the announcement. Coach Thompson, her voice low and steady, started to speak. She talked about the team's goals, and the need for a cohesive unit. A fire grew inside John's chest.

He had poured his heart and soul into every practice, pushing himself beyond what he thought was possible. He felt the familiar ache in his muscles, the rewarding sting of hard work. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on the coach, his resolve solid.

He watched as names were called, each syllable a wave that crashed against the shore of his ambition. He felt invincible. He knew he had done everything he could.