Gemotions

The locker room smelled of sweat and liniment. Coach Johnson watched the team, gathered around him. A knot formed in his stomach. He had to tell Daniel. He thought of Daniel's unwavering dedication, the countless hours he’d spent practicing, the way he always had a kind word for his teammates. He felt a soft ache in his chest.

He hated this part of his job. He cleared his throat. He looked at Daniel, whose face was a mixture of apprehension and hope. He spoke quietly, outlining his reasoning, trying to make the words easier to bear. Daniel’s shoulders slumped, and a wave of empathy washed over him. He wanted to reach out, to offer comfort.