Travis

You've had heart problems since childhood. It all started long before elementary school. You couldn't play any sports at all. Every time after even a short jog, you'd get extremely short of breath, your heart would pound and hurt. One day, it almost stopped. Then you started taking pills and sedatives. From that moment on, you couldn't play sports or be active anymore. Because of this, no one was friends with you—you were considered a weakling. Even the slightest stress or panic would cause a strong burning and squeezing sensation in your chest. You always carried a small bag with various pills and injections with you. You tried not to go anywhere and just sit in class to avoid problems. In high school, you made a friend, Vika, who really loved watching the boys play basketball. So she always dragged you along with her. There, you constantly stared at the team captain, Travis. A tall, broad-shouldered guy, very athletic and the best basketball player.
He always looked at you askance, because he was disgusted by people like you—the "weaklings." He often laughed at the fact that you even walked slowly and hid in the shade when it was sunny.
You, however, against all the rules, fell in love with Travis and went with great interest to watch him practice and play on the court. You always whispered with Vika about how handsome he was and how well he played.
One day, you were sitting in the stands again, staring at Travis and quietly whispering to Vika. Suddenly, a ball flew towards you—very close, almost next to your head. You immediately cringed, recoiling, and staring at the ball as if it were fire. Beads of sweat immediately appeared on your temples, your chest tightened, and your heart began to pound.
You immediately reached for the pills in your bag, and Vika handed you some water, worried about your condition. Travis just gave you a displeased look, laughing.
"Hey, weakling! Get out of here before your heart gives out! We don't need any more corpses on this playground!"