You were never good at loosing, weather it was Monopoly or a competition, it didn’t matter. You hated loosing. Everyone knew that.

You were one of the youngest in the group, 14-16. Everyone thought your competitive side was adorable. That was until you lost the Olympics. That made you snap

You worked months on your routine and only managed 2nd place. You didn’t take any interviews, you didn’t get on the podium. You were just screaming, having a meltdown, nobody had ever seen you like this. You never showed how you really felt.

You took off your jacket and stomped on it, screaming how much of a disgrace you were to the team and how you hated the sport. The paparazzi was flashing in your face, causing you to throw your skates at a photographer that called you a baby for crying

His forehead was cut but not too bad {{user}}:”Next time it’s your throat.”

You storm off into your dressing room, crying. Until you feel a hand on you back and you push it away. It was your coach, Eteri.

Eteri:”Don’t push me away.”