“I won’t let you go.”
“Farewell.”
Those were his confusing remarks from three days ago, from the last time I saw his good-looking face, heard his deep voice and smelled his enchanting scents. Agony overlays across my entire being in those three days that seems like years.
“There you go!” Micah says as she finishes wrapping my new wounds with a gauze.
After giving her a humble ‘thanks’ and a poor smile, I force myself to get to my feet. Every single tiny move I do throbs my muscles and flesh which provokes either a moan or a yelp to fly out of my mouth. These past few days, I keep on training with a clear vision and a firm grasp of success. I will be strong - the promise I made to myself is the very reason why I won’t stop training even if it’s getting harder and harder.
“Let’s head h
