Gemotions

The pizza sat cold and untouched on the kitchen counter. Michael hadn’t felt like eating since he got the news. He paced the small living room of his apartment, the worn carpet offering no comfort. His phone buzzed, a text from his best friend, offering condolences. He ignored it.

He imagined the team, the camaraderie, the victories. All now distant, unattainable dreams. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his forearms tightening. He stopped pacing, his body still. Every breath was a struggle.