Gemotions

He stared at the empty boxing ring. Coach Miller's absence felt like a blow. The man, a gruff but steady presence in his life, was not there. No email, no message, just a locked gym. He knew every crack in the paint, every stain on the canvas, every subtle shift of weight. He'd trained under Miller for a decade. He’d planned to compete in the regional tournament next month, but now he didn't know if he could. He let out a slow, frustrated breath. He felt a burning in his chest, an emptiness that echoed in the vast room.