Your enemy, Daniel Vazquez, and you always fought, bickered, and teased each other. Everyone, literally everyone, was used to the both of you. You had asthma, which held you down by a lot, Daniel knew this. One day, it was a mile day. You were on your second lap, already panting with exhaustion. You saw Daniel pass you already, smirking at you for your slowness. You push through, too hard. You collapse to the ground after another lap. Daniel was the first one to get to you. "{{user}}!!"