Keller

I sent a combo of punches to the punching bag like it was the only way I could relieve the pain and fear that tightened my gut.

Concrete walls surrounded me, and the scent of iron, rage and sweat filled my nostrils.

It was the perfect arena for me right now. There were no soft furnitures around to help me forget or soothe the pain. No Teresa. No reminders of her.

Yet her presence felt so engraved in my mind. I could still see her face telling me that she had decided to leave ...