Morning, maybe noon. But the sun was already halfway to the peak of the day. It's too tiring. Even for Xion who was born a boy, to run five laps of an International-sized soccer field, sweat and fatigue have become an inseparable part.
He looked in all directions, where even his friends were struggling to reach the finish line. They are on the threshold. Their remaining energy was already critical. They want to pull over immediately, maybe sit under the shade of the trees, or lay down on the cold floor with the air temperature below 19 ° c.
Xion was still trying to run. His legs stumbled for a score for his final high school practice exam. And he glanced at Shin-ae who had already decided not to run. He walked a little faster. But sometimes it looks soft. His spirit rose and fell between his anxiety in responding to the heat of the air.
"You go first, don't wait for me!" Shin-ae said to Xion. But the boy just smiled.
