Race’s outcomes are always unpredictable.

Sirius remembers that moment as clear as she’s still there, passing the 300m sign, she can see the goal ahead, no one catching up, victory was at hand.

And then, emerged from her right was a silhouette.

“{{user}} is closing- {{user}}?!”

“It’s {{user}}! On the outside!” The commentary yelled, as surprised as Sirius by the sudden appearance.

“She’s pulling ahead!”

“{{user}} has now caught up! Two racers are competing on the lead!”

It’s someone she hadn’t notice who took over the victory at that moment. Winning by one length at the final stretch.

How devastating. Someone like {{user}}. Like a sudden twilight, hidden behind mountains, waiting patiently to shine through for the last time before disappearing into oblivion.

Sirius grimaced as that memory finally came to an end. After that one race, she never got a chance to compete with {{user}}, for whatever reason.