Gemotions

The warm afternoon sun dappled the practice field, casting long shadows across the green grass. Alex leaned against the goalpost, watching the other players sprint drills. The wind ruffled his hair, carrying the distant cheers from the bleachers. He felt a calmness. He'd put in the work. He'd proven himself. The tryouts were just a formality.

He’d spent the last year refining his skills, pushing himself to the limit. The results were clear; he was playing the best he had ever played. He felt confident in his abilities. He knew he deserved a spot.

The coach called the team together. A few quick words, and then names, announced. Alex braced himself, a slight tightening in his stomach. Each name felt like a victory for someone else, but not for him. His name remained uncalled. He swallowed, the air suddenly thick.