Gemotions

The silence of the house was deafening. Michael hadn't spoken to anyone since the soccer team selections were posted. His room, typically a chaotic jumble of books and equipment, was eerily tidy. Everything felt out of place.

He scrolled through his phone, looking at pictures of past matches, each image a painful reminder of his unfulfilled aspirations. The feeling was a cold, hard knot in his stomach. He felt utterly hollow.

He switched off his phone, tossed it on the bed, and walked over to the window. Outside, the world continued to spin, oblivious to his quiet devastation.