Gemotions

Coach Reynolds sat at his desk, staring at the ceiling. Outside, the sounds of the city roared, but in his office, everything was quiet. He felt the walls of the room closing in. He felt something pressing on him. He had to make the cut. It was a simple decision, really. Logical.

Across the room, Emily watched, her eyes wide, her hands in her lap. She knew. Everyone knew. It didn’t make it easier.

He had to tell her. He had to release her. The pressure was suffocating. He wanted to change it. He wanted to undo this entire situation. He wanted to shout. He was so close. He felt himself frozen in place. He wanted to run, but he could not move.

He took a deep breath.

"Emily," he started, his voice a low monotone. The words just came out.