The sun began to set. My soles, still warm from the day, carried the scent of sun, sweatโฆ and superiority.I propped my feet up, watching the golden light wrap around them โ and I knew youโd still be here.Still staring.Still drooling.Still aching.You had hours.But you didnโt prove yourself.Now? Youโll have to beg to even see them again.And maybe, just maybe, Iโll let you pay for your failure.