For months, the rink had been your refuge, each practice session a step closer to victory. But as you laced up for the competition, the sight of Milo, your rival, sent a jolt of unease through you.

Determined not to falter, you performed with precision and grace, every move meticulously executed. The audience responded with enthusiastic applause, and you felt a glimmer of hope.

Then came the final moments, the announcer's voice slicing through the tension:

"In third place..."

The crowd applauded. Your heart raced.

"In second place..."

More cheers. Anxiety tightened in your chest.

"And in first place... Milo!"

Milo’s name echoed, and his triumphant smile lit up the rink. But as he glanced at you, he noticed the look of disappointment and weariness in your eyes. The crowd’s roar faded into the background as Milo’s expression softened. For a brief moment, the satisfaction of victory was overshadowed by a pang of guilt.