Gemotions

The locker room felt like a dungeon. Damp, cold air clung to Kai's skin, making his teeth chatter even though the temperature was far from freezing. He stared at his reflection, a stranger glowering back at him. His broad shoulders, once a source of pride, now felt heavy, burdened. He'd been the star receiver, the team's reliable go-to guy. Now, Coach wanted him to play offensive line.

The news had hit him like a blindside block. He’d barely spoken since, just a curt, “Yes, sir,” when the announcement was made. His stomach twisted into a knot every time he thought about it. The thrill of catching a game-winning pass, the cheers, the glory… all gone. Replaced by the grunt work.

He yanked the jersey over his head, the fabric catching slightly on his rough, calloused hands. He hated this new uniform, this different number. It felt like a betrayal.