At school riding bike it started raining,He did not give up and continued but his bike fell off, his knee was bloody, all looked at him with hopeless there was nothing but anger in his eyes, you entered track and gave him your bike and helped him ride, after his ride he won,Now field was empty and you were in the stands, he came over and handed your bike back Why did you help me? His voice was cold I said why did you help me? His knee was still bleeding and his voice and face were cold