Gemotions

He walked into the gym, and sat down on the bench. He had to give up his spot as a point guard to play the wing. Mark closed his eyes, recalling his best games, the ball in his hands, the power of his moves.

The basketball court, usually a source of strength, now felt like a cage. The cheers of the crowd, the feel of the ball, all of this now was just a memory.

He felt the weight of his old self, the past, the memories. The new position, the new place, was something he wasn't sure he could get used to.