Gemotions

The air in the boxing gym hung heavy with the smell of sweat and leather. Marco shadowboxed, visualizing the upcoming match. He felt an intense focus, a quiet confidence. He had spent hours perfecting his technique, building his strength, and studying his opponents.

A tingle of excitement ran up his spine. He saw himself, victorious, his arm raised in triumph. He thought of the feeling of belonging, of proving himself to everyone who had doubted him. He had faced adversity head-on, and he was ready for the next challenge.

His coach called his name. This was it.