Gemotions

It was the quietest the practice field had ever been. After the announcement, silence filled the air. Jake stood apart, watching the other players celebrate. His chest felt tight, constricted.

He felt a deep sense of injustice. He had worked diligently, followed every instruction, even stayed after practices to hone his skills. Now, it was all for naught.

He slowly walked toward the equipment shed, his shoulders slumped. He avoided the coach's gaze, the man’s well-intentioned words seeming like a personal attack. Jake grabbed his bag and slipped into the shadows, wanting to escape the scene.