Gemotions

Liam stared at his reflection, the mirror showing an athlete he no longer recognized. The vibrant energy that usually pulsed through him was now a sluggish current. He felt leaden, the weight of the upcoming season pressing down on his shoulders. He felt like his purpose had evaporated.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from the coach: *Need to see you ASAP*. Liam dragged himself off the bed, the familiar click of his cleats on the hardwood floor feeling dull and pointless.

Coach Henderson’s office smelled of stale coffee and unfulfilled potential. “Liam,” the coach began, his voice surprisingly gentle. “We’re thinking of moving you to center forward.” Liam just looked at him, his brow furrowed, a sense of disconnect washing over him. The thought of a new role, the different demands, all felt like an insurmountable climb. He agreed, simply because he didn't feel like fighting.