"Hit it like you mean it, Grace!"
Kicking the punching bag with full force, my foot bounces off the bag and hits my trainer's shin.
"Miles, are you okay?"
"That's what I'm talking about!" Miles pats my back with a smile on his face. "You becoming a warrior!"
Shaking my head and turning away, I begin to take off my boxing gloves. "Three months of your training really did pay off."
"Yup!"
I breathe in for a second, "Doesn't this deserve a celebratory dinner?"
Upon no response, I turn to reiterate myself but he isn't there. Suddenly, there was no one but me here.
"Miles?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poesíaa collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
