The Favorites

by Layne Fargo

His love for me hadn’t been motivation enough to reach his full potential. His hatred, though? That made him capable of anything.

Happiness couldn’t be won. It couldn’t be hung around our necks while a crowd of thousands cheered. It wasn’t a prize, something we had to suffer and toil to earn. If we wanted happiness, we had to create it ourselves. Not in one shining moment on a medal stand, but every single day, over and over again.