Tonight. I want a fight. A real one where blood spills and skin dis-colours. The fighting arena brought me no satisfaction. The pain in my chest is back full force and it seems little has the ability to diminish it.
At least, nothing like physical pain can. I want it to consume me, so the hurt inside is just a little bit less, so that it makes life a little more bearable.
In truth? I feel guilty. Like my actions somehow betrayed him.
