Losing Hurts: A One-Shot

Losing Hurts: A One-Shot

When you lose a race, it hurts.

So when Golden beat young Silver at a race, she came to her mother upset.

"It's not fair," she whined. "She always seems to win.

Her mother had pulled her close, but she had sprung away. "Why?" she had demanded.

"Golden may simply be faster, sweetie. Or maybe she's just had luck."

"I know that. Why do I still feel upset?" she had asked. Being so young, she had not understood the concepts of emotions.

"Sometimes knowledge can't stop emotions. Losing hurts, Silver. For some, only a little - others, a lot. Losing will hurt. Just don't let that rule you."

Now, as she lay on the ground, tears running down her fast, new ones quickly replacing the old, she remembered this memory.

If losing hurts, loss is like a knife through the back.

And all the knowledge in this world can't heal this wound.