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I gave her the best shoes, the best meals, trained her under the clearest skies, and yet… she lost.
She stumbled on the final corner, and I stumbled as a trainer, no, as a human being.
How do I look her in the eyes after this? Those bright, hopeful eyes that once sparkled with dreams of victory… now clouded with tears.
“I’ll win next time, Trainer!” she said, forcing a smile through her trembling lips — but I knew it was for my sake.
I picked the wrong races. I misjudged her stats. I overtrained when she needed rest.
I failed to notice she was tired.
I failed to see she needed a break.
I failed… her.
The crowds cheered for another, but I heard nothing. Just the sound of her hooves slowing, her breath short, her heart breaking.
And mine with it.
If you're reading this… cherish your horsegirl. Don’t make the same mistakes I did.
Because sometimes, it's not the race you lose —
It’s her trust.