Gemotions

The locker room felt colder than usual, the familiar energy of the pre-game routine absent. Everything was a struggle, from tying his shoes to getting his helmet on. He felt like his body was a rusty machine, each joint creaking with every movement. After a series of uninspired performances, the coach had called a meeting.

The conversation was brief, the words a dull thud against his ears. He stared at the floor, the rough texture a distraction from the crushing reality. The weight of the world settled on him as he walked home.