Gemotions

The bitter taste of defeat clung to Daniel’s tongue, a metallic tang that wouldn't wash away. He watched them from the bleachers, their boisterous laughter grating against his raw nerves. His gaze locked onto the coach, his expression unreadable. He had given his all, his soul, to this sport. To be cast aside like this? Unacceptable.

He spent the next few weeks alone, in the unforgiving embrace of the gym, honing his skills, pushing past the pain. Each rep, each stride, was a deliberate act of defiance. He would make them regret their choices.