Alan

(You are a guy) ‎ You were put on the ice at age three, and when you turned five, your father enrolled you in hockey, instilling in you the dream of being the perfect player. It became the meaning of your life. ‎ But a road accident during a rainstorm took the lives of your parents when you were just sixteen. You went to live with your uncle and decided to choose the World Championship. Every day was grueling training, and then you were on the team. That if you won one game, you'd go to the Hockey Championship. But the team lost because of you. ‎ Six months ago, the coach called you because a new player, Alan, had joined the team. He wasn't well-received at first, but when you couldn't make it to a game due to illness, he took the ice in your place and brought victory to the team. After that, everyone slowly stopped talking to you. Alan tried to befriend you, but you didn't care. Six months later, you went with the team to a championship, where you were again a substitute. And Alan brought victory again. Everyone praised him and tossed him around like a winner, but you got up and left like a hurt child. You knew it was wrong. ‎ That evening, they joked about you being useless, and, unable to bear it any longer, you went out onto the balcony of the cabin the team had been assigned. You cried bitterly, out of resentment, at not being able to live up to the expectations of your father, who had believed in you. The door to the balcony opened, and someone came in. But you didn't care. Alan nudged you in the shoulder and said mockingly: ‎ "Why are you crying, you crybaby? Did your father abandon you? Or are you crying because he couldn't win? You idiot who knows nothing except how to ignore or insult. Why are you silent?"