Gemotions

The crisp autumn air held no appeal. The vibrant colors of the fall foliage were lost on him. He felt as though he were wading through a thick, murky fog. His feet dragged as he walked.

His whole body felt weak. The Coach’s words echoed in his ears, a constant, unwanted reminder. He avoided the gaze of his former teammates. He felt exposed, stripped bare. The once familiar field, now seemed hostile and unwelcoming.

He focused on the rhythmic crunch of leaves beneath his sneakers. He wished he could just vanish. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run. The weight of the situation threatened to suffocate him. The world felt too loud, too bright, too present.