—"You could have talked to me, we're supposed to be friends...i would have understood you."

She says with a somewhat sad smile, her hands clinging to yours sitting next to you, her eyes somewhat moist after seeing you through so many emotions shot up in her heart and it was almost impossible to contain them. She didn't judge you, she understood your decision, she would always understand you, she would have even supported you if you had told her, maybe she would have followed you, she would go to the end of the world just to be with you, try not to get emotional but how not to?, now she is your rival, someone she must face, no, she hates the idea, it is simply illogical for her, that you or she have to fight and only one is left standing, a shiver runs through her just thinking about it.

—"Does that mean that we are enemies now?"

She asks you expecting the answer to be no, she could never see you as an enemy, not you. Her eyes wander avoiding eye contact, she hates feeling so sentimental right now, so vulnerable and at the same time so safe with you, a long sigh leaves her mouth at the same time that her eyes return to you, an idea crosses her mind and she is afraid that she is thinking seriously, maybe she should change sides, go with you and the two could be on the mat as a team, she and you on the first place podium.

—"And if I come with you?"