Gemotions

The car ride home was a silent, suffocating ordeal. Michael gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles ached. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, but he wasn’t seeing anything. The radio, usually a source of comfort, was a grating distraction, so he snapped it off.

His stomach was twisting, a cold knot of dread. He'd poured his heart and soul into this, sacrificing everything for a chance to play. Now, it was just… gone. Empty.

The familiar houses and streets of his neighborhood seemed to mock him with their normalcy. He drove past the park, the baseball diamond a vibrant green, and his hands tightened on the wheel. He wished he could just keep driving, keep going until he ran out of road, out of… everything.