Gemotions

The training grounds felt expansive, a vast emptiness surrounding him. Kyle, a long-distance runner, was being asked to try the sprints. He felt a subtle shift, a hollow ache where his usual confidence lived. The faces of his teammates seemed blurred, their laughter a distant hum.

He sat on the bench, stretching his legs. He watched the other runners, their forms familiar, their camaraderie visible. He looked down and found his shoes a stranger, no longer his. He was now alone.

He ate a meal in silence, pushing the food around his plate. The evening was long, and the empty space inside him seemed to grow with each passing minute. The following day promised an entirely new world, and the idea of it all left him with a sense of dread.