Gemotions

"Sit down, kid," Coach Davis had said, gesturing towards a chair in the cramped equipment room. Sarah, already feeling on edge, found herself unable to breathe. Her palms were sweating.

She'd thought she was doing well. She'd put in the hours, the extra reps. But the coach's tone was heavy, and the room was filled with the smell of old leather and sweat. The conversation was brief, clinical, and yet its impact was like a physical blow.

She left the equipment room and the world was suddenly blurry, disoriented. The roar of the crowd, the cheers that were once so familiar, now felt distant and hollow.