Oakley POV
I feel the familiar burn in my knuckles as I continue to take all of my anger out on the punching bag in front of me. The ceiling shakes from the force of my blows, and for a slight moment, I wonder if the whole place is going to come collapsing down on me.
Oh, the irony.
The potent stench of sweat is thick in the tiny boxing gym that I had managed to find myself in after having my heart ripped clean from my chest a few hours earlier. I can feel the ache start building in my muscles, but it does little to stop my countless punches.
I've lost track of how long I've been here. The only thing I do know is that I've managed to lose the love of my life in the span of a few hours. I haven't been able to keep Ava's words from repeating themselves over and over again in my head. He
