Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the gymnasium windows seemed to taunt Maya. Everything was so bright, so cheerful, a stark contrast to the darkness that was settling in her. The coach’s words, a soft and well-rehearsed dismissal, still echoed in her ears. He’d said something about "needing someone with more… *experience*." Experience? She'd been playing since she could walk!

She lingered near the bench, pretending to tie her shoe, as if she could somehow delay the inevitable. The rhythmic squeak of sneakers on the polished floor grated on her nerves. Each successful shot from a teammate felt like a personal insult, a confirmation of her worthlessness. Her chest felt constricted, and she felt a burning heat in her cheeks.