Gemotions

The stadium lights glared down, baking the already humid air. Sarah shifted from foot to foot, the cleats on her boots digging into the artificial turf. Each breath felt shallow, a desperate attempt to gather enough air. She'd visualized this moment, imagining herself on the field, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of competition.

The coach called out the final team list. Sarah’s name wasn't there. A sharp pain pierced her heart, leaving her numb. She blinked, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill over. Her throat closed, making speech difficult. She looked down at the grass, the green blurred by a sudden mist. She felt like a tree struck by lightning, burnt out at the core.