Gemotions

The locker room felt like a tomb. Sweat still clung to Leo’s skin, a cold clamminess that wouldn’t dissipate, no matter how hard he scrubbed. He stared at his reflection, the strained lines around his eyes a map of disappointment. Days, weeks, he'd poured everything into this – every sprint, every practice, every missed social event. Now, just emptiness. He kicked his duffel bag, the dull thud echoing the hollow ache in his chest. His stomach churned with a familiar knot of frustration. He just wanted to go home and sleep.