Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows across the field, mirroring the darkening mood. Coach Peterson watched the young man walk away, shoulders slumped, head bowed. He felt the pressure of the moment, pressing down on him.

He replayed the conversation in his mind, each word a weight. He had admired the athlete's spirit. He felt it now, the loss of it.

He watched the athlete disappear over the hill. The space where the boy had stood felt colder. He hated that he was the cause.