Eden’s Point of View

I closed the door to my locker, my fingers trembled as I slipped on my ID card around my neck and left the changing room, my heart was heavy with every vague step that I took, and my mouth was sore.

 The numbness was almost physical, because I could still taste him.

Everything that played out just made me realize that fighting Theron might be pointless, the more I tried the more impossible it seemed for me to win, and it made me wonder if I could really stand a chance ...