If Only
Harden's POV:
As I sat alone in the dimly lit room, my mind wandered back to the memories I shared with Elara. Despite my best efforts to push them away, they flooded my thoughts like waves crashing against the shore of my consciousness. I felt unsettled, and soon anger kicked in, stirring my emotions. To release some of the tension, I went to the training room and picked up my boxing gloves.
I couldn't help but recall the countless little things she did for me in the past. The way she would pack my lunch with a note hidden inside to express her never-ending love for me, the gentle touch of her hand running over my face when she thought I was asleep as she read to me, and the way she always seemed to know exactly what to say to lift my spirits despite the constant pressure from
