The sound of my punches echoes through the gym. My sessions seem to be getting longer these days, which means by the time I've finished, it's almost closing.
There are only three of us left, and I glance at Jeremiah and Megs in the ring. They're sparring with each other, and Jeremiah is doing something I've rarely seen him do, except for when she's around: smile.
He throws out a fist, and in one quick sweep, she ducks and moves behind him. He turns, almost surprised by her speed, before grabbing her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. For a brief second, want what they have, but then I turn back to my punching bag and remember the only thing I want is to fight.
I continue my punches, quick jabs that send the punching bag flying. Every hit is heavy and hard, another step closer to great
