Gemotions

“Thank you for your effort,” Coach Peterson said. But the words held no warmth, no genuine appreciation. Just dismissal. James felt the blood drain from his face. His arms felt heavy, as if weighted down by unseen chains.

He wanted to argue, to list his strengths, to highlight his dedication. He wanted to make the coach understand the sacrifices he’d made. But the words wouldn't come. They choked in his throat, replaced by a suffocating silence.

He turned and slowly began to walk away, his head bowed. He could feel the stares of the other players on his back. A burning sensation started behind his eyes, a familiar prickling.