Gemotions

"We think your speed would be better utilized on defense," the football coach announced, his voice devoid of any empathy. The quarterback, a position he'd worked tirelessly for since childhood, was being taken away from him. He felt his cheeks flush.

He balled his fists, the anger tightening every muscle in his body. He wanted to argue, to scream that he *was* a quarterback. He'd been born to lead the offense. Yet, he clenched his jaw shut, unable to speak, his throat constricting with the force of his emotion.

The other players, oblivious to his inner turmoil, chatted and joked around him. The injustice felt tangible, a physical weight pressing down on his chest. It felt unfair.