I seem to like writing dark stories.

A beautiful sunset had painted the sky with colors of red and yellow. Tints of pink had snuck their way into the landscape as well, portraying a beautiful sky.

"Thank you." She put a hand on his larger one, looking up at him with her big smile.

"Without you, I never would have been accepted to enter the race." He looked down into her gentle eyes and returned with his less intimidating smirk.

"Well if you want to make it, I suggest you go get it kiddo." He sat up as did she, and gave her a little nudge towards the racing track.

She turned around quickly, and ran over to him and jumped into his arms, giving him a small hug. Then, she jumped back down and took off towards her cart.

After a few minutes, the race had eventually started. Wralph cheered her on, while not being the only one. She was doing great. Everything looked fine.

Until she had overcome a turn. With slippery liquid spilled out all over the track, she skirted to a stop. But the racer behind her had not hit his breaks hard enough.

Wralph jumped down off the bleachers and ran to the location as fast as he possibly could. He didn't make it in time.

She laid in front of him, multiple people had surrounded her. Some with stunned, horrified, or even tear stained faces.

He knelt down next to her lifeless body and started to let the steaming streaks of salt slide down his face.

All she ever wanted was friends, to be accepted. But we can't all get what we want.

Can we.