Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Coach Anderson's face as he walked across the empty field. He'd watched Ethan's hopeful grin disappear the moment he'd told him. He should have pushed Ethan harder, given him better drills. The biting wind matched the coldness in his heart. Every step felt heavier than the last. The stadium lights seemed to mock him, shining down on the empty space where the team should be practicing. He felt a deep, profound hollowness, a space inside him that just wouldn’t be filled.