Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the gym, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Maya. She watched the other players practicing their serves, a hollow feeling spreading through her stomach. She used to be the star spiker. The coach had a new star now.

He'd told her she was needed at the setter position to facilitate the new player's success. She knew she could do it, that she had the skills. She was just… hurt.

She kicked at a stray volleyball, the action sharper than she intended. Her hands ached. A wave of regret washed over her as she thought of all the hard work she’d put in to be a hitter. Now, she wouldn't even touch the ball. She slumped onto the bench, the polished wood surprisingly cold against her damp palms.