Gemotions

“Just…just get it over with,” he mumbled to himself. Coach Lawson watched the girl warm up, her movements fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to his own rigid posture. He felt a stab of guilt, a deep, pervasive ache. The sun was setting now, its golden light creating a long shadow that stretched out like an accusatory finger.

The decision was made, and now he had to do it. He closed his eyes briefly and then pulled himself together, drawing on the years of experience. He was a professional. He had to be.

He sighed heavily and walked towards her.