the heart seemed to do it somehow

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'maybe i should just give it to her.'
'she's much faster than me anyway.'
'besides, there are LOADS of competitors this year in every house, you won't stand a chance.'
'you will win, or you will lose.'
'she's in olahraga and she's a trusted runner by her friend, which she recommended her.'
'moreover this is her last run in St. George's.'
'just give that place to her? no?'

'ohh come on.'
'your name's already in and you're telling this to yourself?'
'you've been in the same team with the others for 2 years now.'
'so what it's her last year?'
'she still has other sports right?'
'not like she cannot run anymore.'
'why does she have to get in the way?'
'everything was in place already and now she comes and inturrupt.'
'geez.'

to give or not to give?

to run or not to run?

to just give up my history in Sports or keep the legend going?

took 2 cups of Revive.
my mind filled with positive and negative incomes and outputs.
the bell reminding me that it's time to face her.
stripped to my tights and t-shirt and walked with an anxious hearbeat.
stretched my muscles here and there.
that moment that i wanted it to delay came without a passionate look.
the ground scorching my feet in every step.
ran with all my might and reached the finish line.
stopped and hoping teacher would tell me who made it.
got crushed when she said both were even.
take a few deep breaths and breathed.
cooled down for a moment.
kept myself positive until the next round.
walked to the starting point once more.
the ache in my head increasing.
took my place and waited for the instructions.
and we were off once more.
i felt my breath overcome me.
my strength weakened in each step.
finally i slowed down a few centimetres away from the line and watched her cross with such satisfactory in her each and every heavy breath.
as i stood there trying to catch my each and every disappointment.
she came up and said:

'nevermind lahh, next year.'

my brain almost interpreted the wrong connection, or should i say false hope of that sentence.
all i could reply was:

'you better win a medal for me. *smirks*'

well she was leaving to Australia anyway.
if she wins, she's happy, the team's happy, everyone's happy.
IF i were to lose, the others will lose trust in me.

guess letting her have a few minutes of fame at Sport's
Day wouldn't hurt, would it? so maybe it was a good thing to let go?

i'm still cracking my head for that answer.
=/

came home not only with sheer disappointment, but also with a blister on my toe.
♥

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