Gemotions

The cricket captain’s casual, "Maybe next year," felt like a punch to the gut. Michael, who had practiced for years, felt his entire body turn to ice. He just nodded and left.

He was the best. He knew he was the best.

He avoided the team, avoided the field. He found himself picking fights, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a sharp edge. It was easy. Every game, every success of the team, was a reminder of what he had lost. He started showing up at their practices, watching from the periphery.

He began practicing harder than ever. He would not just be good enough next year; he would be undeniable.