THUD-!!! BEEP-!!!!

I lost. I practiced for years just for this one match, and I lost.

The night before the match, you were about to fall down that hill, so I rushed to catch you. My ankle twisted just a little in the process. It didn't hurt that much. You were more important. I don't regret that choice.

Hah...hah...hah...

My breathing comes in rapid bursts. Sweat drips down as my vision blurs and clears, blurs and clears. Honestly, I'm fucking pissed. Me? Lose? Me, who's been doing taekwondo for years? I've overcome every slump, broken through every wall that stood in my way. But why? After getting through so much, just because my ankle twisted a little? Was I really this weak?

Guest: Hey...!!! Are you okay..?!!

I hear someone calling for me. I look up with effort and see you running toward me. I always thought losing a match didn't really matter. As long as I had you, that was enough. Matches could be redone, but you were irreplaceable. I always believed that. Always. But why... why did I make that choice this time?

Ah, fuck..!!!!! It's because of you!!! If you hadn't fallen yesterday..!!!! Just stop being so damn clumsy already!!!!