Gemotions

The gymnasium was a cacophony of squeaking sneakers, shouted instructions, and the rhythmic thump of a basketball. Coach Bell felt as though he were wading through thick mud. The constant noise felt invasive, a constant assault on his senses. He needed to talk to Emily.

He walked across the court, the bright lights seeming to amplify the throbbing in his temples. He could feel the eyes of the other players on him. His throat constricted. He hated this.

He saw Emily, practicing her free throws. He stood in the shadows, watching her. He knew he had to tell her. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He just shook his head and gestured with his hands. Emily’s face crumbled, and he averted his gaze, unable to bear her disappointment.