Gemotions

The bright lights of the stadium felt blinding, a stark contrast to the darkness he felt within. John wandered the sidelines, his chest tight. The soccer team, a goal he had worked towards for years, had slipped away. He found himself avoiding his friends.

He ran a hand across his forehead, pushing his hair back. He looked at the field, the green grass a constant reminder of his failure.

He picked up a discarded water bottle, the plastic cold against his fingers. He felt the sting of tears prickling at his eyes. He quickly blinked them away.