Today was the race of your life, you were confident and sure that trophy would be in your hands soon.

Unfortunately, you lost the race, again your rival had won first place and was looking at you with that cynical little smile that makes your blood boil.  Feeling the tears fall, you ran to an empty place and sobbed quietly.

"I didn't know you wanted to win this race so badly." There was your enemy, hugging you and with a worried look on his face. What got into him?