Huobai was lying in his bed, at home. It was already late at night, but he wasn't able to sleep.
No, his knee wasn't hurting. And if he was, he could just take painkillers that he was prescribed. But what pained him wasn't so easily solved.
He felt hollow inside. He had nothing to do, nothing fun. He couldn't run around anymore. He shouldn't jump anymore. He could walk and sit.
What was this life like? Ever since he was a child, he was always running around. He felt the thrill of being the fastest. He loved the competition. He loved being the winner.
But now what he could do? Go to school normally? See, what he lost in his friends?
Huobai got up from his bed and walked to the shelf he had full of trophies. First place for basketball, first place in the sprint, first place in another sport… was a sport the only thing he was good at?
