#storytime:
Silver Medal 🥈
How does it feel to earn the Silver Medal? Amazing. It's amazing to stand in front of the crowd holding a Silver Medal. For the first time in my life, I could say it proudly.
After all, the Gold Medal was 'His.'
We trained together. We matched every day. He was better than me in every way. Naturally, I always lost.
When I won a tournament, he wasn't in it.
When we both enter one, I always lose.
Loss always hurts...
This time, however, I won. It wasn't the best prize, it was my loss as usual, but this tournament had two winners.
A Gold Medal for the Winner, Silver for the runner-up.
A mere the Silver Medal, I would've thrown it away on any other day- But he smiled at me. Hold his Medal close to mine and raised my hand, "You did it!" He declared.
"I'll catch up to you soon!" I shouted back.
For once in my life, I wasn't jealous. I was proud to be standing next to him.
The End
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(This was a 5-minute FreeWrite I posted on HIVE yesterday. This is the polished version, so it took way more than 5 minutes to sound this good.)
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