Gemotions

"Ready to go, guys?" Michael yelled, laughing as he gathered his gear. He’d been practically vibrating with excitement all morning. The air buzzed with nervous energy and the aroma of freshly cut grass. He’d practiced every skill, every play, every possible scenario. This team felt like destiny. He felt a thrill in his bones.

The coach began announcing the team roster. Each call felt like a countdown. Michael leaned forward, his heart pounding in his chest. His name wasn’t called. The blood drained from his face. The sunlight seemed to dim, casting long shadows. He felt a deep, silent ache.