Gemotions

The stadium was cavernous and empty. Amelia walked out onto the field, the vastness of the space amplifying her solitude. She imagined the team practices, her former teammates, their movements, their camaraderie, now beyond her reach. Every blade of grass felt like a reminder of her failure. The setting sun cast long shadows, obscuring the familiar faces of the empty stands. She thought she saw someone, a shadow, moving in the distance. Her heart skipped a beat, then another, a rapid tattoo against her ribs. She spun around, convinced she was being watched.