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Shoma sat in his hotel room crying. He had just had what was likely the worst skate of his career, and now people were hurling allegations at him about making comments about "hating women" because of some game streamer who sounded like him. There was no way he was coming back from a competitive blunder like this coupled with a scandal like what this was growing into.
This was game over for him.
God, what kind of way was this to go out? Olympic silver medalist, Four Continents champion, now the man who splatted harder than anyone else at a Grand Prix event, who supposedly games into the wee hours of the morning and bashes other people in a public channel. He was pathetic, he even cried when people did cheer for him through his blunders. He didn't deserve any of their support, couldn't they see it?
He was ripped out of his thoughts by his phone buzzing. He looked down to see that Stephane texted him.
From: Stephane
Hi Shoma! I saw your performance, and I wanted to remind you that we all have bad days and bad competitions. Stay strong!
And somehow, Shoma knew he would be okay.