Gemotions

The familiar scent of chlorine stung Chloe's nostrils, usually a comforting smell, but today it only served to irritate her. She stared at the water, the surface shimmering with reflected sunlight, a mocking imitation of the bright future she’d envisioned. The coach had announced the team, her name… not there. A hollow ache settled in her chest.

She methodically began to gather her gear, her movements slow and deliberate. Her gaze didn't meet anyone's. She avoided the celebratory hugs, the well-meaning glances, the awkward attempts at consolation. Her lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line, and she wished everyone would just disappear. She needed to be alone.