Gemotions

The silence in the small office felt deafening. Kevin stared at the framed photograph of the team from last year, his own smiling face included. Now it felt like a lifetime ago. Coach Evans sat behind his desk, the man's expression unreadable. He tapped a pen against his notepad, the rhythmic sound grating on Kevin's nerves.

He ran a hand through his hair, finding it plastered to his forehead with sweat. The room seemed to shrink, closing in on him. He felt disconnected, detached from reality. He waited for something, anything, to break the quiet.