Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the bus, mirroring the relentless drumming in Leo's head. He stared out, avoiding the eyes of his teammates. They were chattering, excited about the upcoming tournament. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a chasm separating him from their camaraderie. The coach’s words, a polite, professional dismissal, were like a physical blow.

He saw his reflection in the glass – a blurry, distorted version of himself. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tight. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, fists clenched. Each bump of the bus against the road served as another painful reminder of the journey he wouldn't be taking.