MIKE
The heavy leather of the heavy bag groaned under the impact of my fists.
Right hook. Left hook. Jab.
Sweat was blinding my eyes, stinging the cuts on my knuckles, dripping off my jaw onto the rubber floor of the Vanderbilt varsity training center. My lungs felt like they were full of broken glass, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. The second I stopped moving, the silence returned—and with the silence came her voice.
Love isn't enough, Mike.
You moved on to someone who fits your world... and I'm learning to move on to a life where I don't have to apologize for existing.
"Weller, take a breather, man!" Chad’s voice cut through the thudding of my fists. He stepped in, grabbing the chain of the heavy bag to stop it from swinging. "You've been in here since six in the morning.
