Gemotions

The pre-game huddle was a ritual, a symphony of shared purpose and camaraderie. Michael stood shoulder to shoulder with his teammates, the energy of the group a potent force. He'd invested everything in this season. The team was his life. His role was secure.

The coach’s voice, a steady drone, brought the players closer. They listened with rapt attention. He’d earned his place. His performance in the practices had been stellar. He’d helped the team win.

The coach began announcing the starting lineup. Michael waited, a quiet anticipation building within him. His name wasn't called. The feeling of certainty shattered. He was left on the outside, a spectator.