Gemotions

Liam stared at his reflection, the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym reflecting in his hollow eyes. He'd poured his heart and soul into basketball, waking before dawn, practicing until exhaustion. Now, the coach’s words echoed in his ears, “Improve your defense.” It felt like a punch to the gut.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, the gesture weary and defeated. He saw the same tired face staring back at him. The weight of his unfulfilled potential pressed down on him, suffocating any remaining joy in the game. He slammed his fist into his locker, the metal vibrating in response to his frustration.