Jason’s POV
I drag my feet back towards the gym, each step feeling heavier than the last. My chest feels hollow, my stomach twisted into knots. The look on Maya’s face… the way her voice cracked when she said goodbye... Those images are burned into my mind, sharper than any blow that I have ever taken in training.
When I push the doors open, Jack and Zayde are still there. Jack’s leaning against the wall, sipping from a water bottle, while Zayde is wrapping his hands again, preparing to go another round with the bag.
They both look up immediately.
“Well?”
Jack asks.
I swallow, running a hand through my hair.
“I.... it…"
I sigh, shaking my head.
"It did not go well.”
I say slowly. Jack whistles low, shaking his head.
“Seriously, you two keep screwing things up worse than a pai
