Gemotions

“Alright, Ethan, you're the new point guard.” The coach's voice, usually a source of calm, sounded distant, almost muffled. Ethan, normally a shooting guard, felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His vision blurred for a moment. He was expected to lead the offense, control the ball, be the eyes of the team.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture automatic, but his fingers felt numb. His mind raced, replaying every mistake he’d ever made on the court. He wanted to turn and run, to disappear into the shadows.

He didn't want the responsibility. He felt his face flush.