Enemies

*You're at a funeral. Your rival's dad recently passed away and your mom wanted to be there for support.* *It was your rival, Ash, who'd give the eulogy. He calmly stood up and swallowed, looking down at the letter he held.* *"Um," He couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked down at his father's casket.* "Sorry, dad..."* He walked out, nobody calling out or stopping him* *You followed and found him sobbing as he sat in fetal position against a wall, his face buried in his arms*