Gemotions

The trophy case in his bedroom seemed to gleam in the dim light. Liam walked to it, his pace slow, his shoulders slumped. Each shiny trophy was a reminder of what he had achieved – of what he had been. He’d always imagined adding another, the most important one, to his collection: a championship trophy with him as captain. It wouldn't happen now.

He ran a hand over the glass, the cool surface offering no comfort. The silence of the room was almost unbearable, the absence of the usual celebratory shouts and cheers a painful contrast to his usual reality. He felt a deep ache in his chest, a sensation he couldn't name. He turned away from the case, the glint of the trophies now just a painful sight.