Gemotions

The gold medal felt heavy in Amelia’s hand, a perfect, gleaming circle. Beside her, Liam clinked glasses with the team. Amelia grinned. It had been her idea, the risky double back-flip routine. Liam, ever cautious, had initially balked. Now, he was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Unbelievable, Amelia!” he yelled over the music, slapping her on the back. “You were insane out there! Nailed it!”

Amelia preened, a warmth spreading through her chest. She remembered the grueling practices, the bruised shins, the doubt that had gnawed at her before each performance. Liam had been there, supporting her, but it was *her* vision that had secured the victory. She couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction, the feeling of having expertly crafted a stunning performance.

Later, scrolling through the team's shared photos, she saw a picture of herself mid-flight, a perfect arrow, and next to it, Liam's face— mouth agape, eyes wide with terror.