Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium buzzed, amplifying the already tense atmosphere. Michael watched as the coach began the announcement. He'd poured his heart and soul into every practice, every drill. Now, hearing his number was not called, he felt a sharp stab of… something akin to being gutted.

His palms started to sweat. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more frantic than usual. He felt a deep hollowness, a void where his excitement had been moments ago.

He ignored the other players, their excited chatter now sounding like a mocking symphony. He grabbed his bag, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. He didn't say goodbye, just walked toward the exit, the weight of disappointment crushing him.