He hesitated, glancing down at the medal one last time. Then, with a deep breath, he placed it gently on the small table beside him. The silver gleamed softly under the moonlight, a symbol of everything he had worked for, but also a reminder of the weight it carried. As much as it represented his victory, it also symbolized the expectations and pressure that had been suffocating him.
"I'll leave it here for now," Rohan murmured, his voice quiet. "It's time for me to remember why I started running in the first place, without any medals or titles clouding my mind."
Neha watched him carefully, her expression soft but supportive. "You're making the right decision, Rohan. You need this."