Gemotions

The silence in the wrestling room was deafening. The team roster hung on the wall, and I couldn't bring myself to look at it. But I knew. I knew my name wasn't there. A deep, hollow emptiness spread through me.

I sat on the floor, my back against the wall. The rough concrete scraped against my skin, but I hardly noticed. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional wound. The smell of sweat and liniment, usually a comforting reminder of hard work, now felt like a source of bitter irony.

I wrapped my arms around my legs, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the fetal position.