Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in my hand, the dial tone a mocking echo in the silence of my apartment. I had to make the call. The task loomed, a dark cloud hanging over me. It weighed on my shoulders. I felt trapped.

I ran a hand through my hair, the action a familiar gesture. I’d seen the kid's face light up at every practice. I knew his dedication. I knew how much this opportunity meant. The thought was heavy.

The call ended. I placed the phone back down. I stared at the ceiling for a long time. I couldn't move.