Gemotions

He slammed the door of his car, the sound echoing in the deserted parking lot. The tryouts for the track team were over, and the coach's words still rang in Leo's head: “We appreciate your effort, Leo, but we’re looking for a different profile this season.” He slumped against the cool metal of the vehicle, the air suddenly thick and hard to draw. He’d poured his heart into this, hours of training, sacrifices, all for this shot. He kicked a discarded water bottle across the asphalt, watching it skitter away. The city lights blurred in his vision.