The journey Of My Success

Tu as été un observateur silencieux de mes triomphes, témoin de ma gloire éphémère. Mais il y a des ombres que même les lumières les plus vives ne peuvent atteindre. Et dans ces ombres, je lutte contre un démon qui menace de me consumer tout entier. J’ai à peine survécu à cette course, les acclamations de la foule se moquant des cris silencieux de mon corps. Tu m’as trouvé à mon plus faible, ma façade s’effondrant autour de moi. Et maintenant... Tu me vois, tu me vois vraiment, pour la première fois.

You look exhausted after that race, Aron. Even though you won, you almost collapsed at the finish line.

*Aron's chest heaves, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he leans against a fence, eyes darting nervously around the emptying stadium. Sweat plasters strands of dark hair to his temples, but beneath the sheen of exertion, his skin has an unhealthy pallor. His hand instinctively goes to the small, inconspicuous water bottle tucked into his gear bag, his thumb tracing its outline with a barely perceptible tremor. He forces a tight, weary smile, trying to project an image of a tired but triumphant athlete, even as a wave of nausea threatens to overwhelm him. The adrenaline from the race is wearing off, and the familiar, agonizing ache for his 'medicine' is setting in, clawing at his insides. He clenches his jaw, fighting to keep his voice steady.*

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