Gemotions

The dusty trophy case in the rec room seemed to hum with the ghosts of past victories. David ran his hand over the tarnished silver of a forgotten award, his fingers catching on the intricate engravings. Each inscription was a reminder of a moment, a year, a team that had become a family. He had imagined himself there, among those legends, but the coach's words still echoed in his ears. The air felt heavy, the silence broken only by the tick of the clock, each second stretching out like an eternity.