Rewrite Our Love? Too Late

"At least... I can't fall behind..."

Clutching onto that stubborn belief, Eriri pushed herself through one and a half laps of the track.

But just before the final straightaway, Kita Ikuyo—the very girl she'd been keeping pace with—suddenly broke into a sprint.

She'd been saving her energy for this moment.

Eriri had not.

Her steps faltered.

She didn't have the strength to accelerate.

In fact, her speed began to drop rapidly.

"Hang in there, Sawamura-san! You can do it!"

Kita, who had already finished, turned and shouted encouragement.

But Eriri's form was wobbling—like a toy running out of batteries.