Gemotions

He stared at the unfamiliar playbook, the diagrams and strategies a foreign language. James sat on the bench, the leather of the seat cold against his skin. His old position, quarterback, was now occupied by someone else. He had been so used to running the show.

He felt the familiar burn in his throat, a tension that had always preceded a game. The feel of the ball in his hands, the adrenaline rush as he scanned the field, those were the memories he held onto.

The cheers of the crowd, the roar of the crowd, all seemed muted as he watched the game. A dull ache settled in his chest, a reminder of what he had lost.