Gemotions

The leather of the bench felt rough against Maria's hands as she sat there, watching the final cuts announced. She’d practiced harder than anyone, even skipped going out with friends. She’d always listened to the coach's every word and gave it her best. Now, hearing her number not called, a feeling of betrayal bloomed in her chest.

Her face flushed with a fiery heat that radiated outward. The world seemed to tilt slightly. She’d dreamed of this team, the cheers, the victories. And they were just...going to leave her behind?

When the coach tried to give her some words of encouragement, she cut him off with a curt "Thank you," her voice strained. She turned and walked away before he could say another word, her stride purposeful, masking the tremor in her hands.