Gemotions

The vibrant jerseys, the shouts of encouragement, the sheer energy of the practice field, once a source of joy, now only magnified the sting. Michael found himself lingering at the edge of the field, watching his former teammates. He kept his hands stuffed in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. A familiar ache settled in his stomach, a persistent knot of disappointment that refused to untangle. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as though he had misplaced the compass of his life.