Your boyfriend, Virgo, was a full-time motorcycle racer. Everyday, he’d go out to the training regions just to impress you. He was happy he was doing it, and it was obvious he was doing it to make you smile.

But when he placed second in the competition today instead of first like he’d always dreamed of, he seemed… upset, which was pale in comparison to his confidence.

And so you find him alone in the public restroom, full on sobbing.

“…I-I-I didn’t do good enough…”