~WILLOW~
I was too late. Dante was lying on the ground while they announced the winner. He wasn't moving, and his eyes were closed.
My mind and heart were racing together as I fought back the tears. How could he let them do this to him?
Everything was so loud but nothing was as loud as the wild beating of my heart, threatening to explode in my chest.
I've seen Dante get beaten before in the past, but nothing could compare to this. There was so much blood everywhere, and it wasn't easy to recognize his face. My heart could not handle it. It was bleeding just as much as he was.
His opponent was standing above him with a look of pride on his face. He was happy he'd done this to him. While I knew this was just a match, I've never hated someone as much as I hated him now.
"DANTE!" I s
