They smile as they receive their exam grades. An ‘A’,as expected.

They put the file aside,as they are getting ready to go to that marathon,for which they trained for over a year.

And again,as expected,they won. First place.

And everything is just as expected. They are good at everything.

But deep down,they know that they are doing this because they can not express their emotions,and they can neither stand to not be good at everything. Because not being good also mean that they are failing. And failing means having to express emotions.

And they are not doing this. They cannot express their emotions,no matter if the emotions are good or bad.

But now,for the first time in a couple of years,the are feeling something.

They are feeling…something. There is something weird. There is something weird deep inside them…there is a feeling…a really weird feeling in their stomach and in their chest. And their heart is beating too fast. Way too fast. What could this feeling be?… Maybe….

Oh fuck.