Gemotions

The coach's voice, usually a booming command, now sounded like a mosquito buzzing in his ear. "From now on, you're the libero, Liam." Liam's fingers twitched. He’d dedicated his life to being a setter. He orchestrated the plays, the quarterback of the court.

He felt a sudden rush of heat crawl up his neck. He wanted to argue, to demand an explanation, but the words wouldn't form. His throat felt constricted.

He kicked the ball bag, a dull thud echoing in the gym. The fluorescent lights seemed to dim, the cheers of his teammates suddenly distant and muffled.

He closed his eyes, picturing the familiar trajectory of the sets he had perfected over countless practices. The thought of switching… felt like betrayal.