You fight with your enemy, anger burning in your veins.

He sighs as you punch him in his stomach. "You're violent today." he says, dodging your next punch.

You keep going, even as your limbs grow tired and your breath catches.

She lied to you, your best friend, the only person you thought you could trust.

You should have known better.

He frowns. He dodges you effortlessly as you attack him blindly, sweat running down your back.

He catches your wrist and stops a punch to his face. "What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing." you grit out.

"Liar." he says. "Curse me, punch me, carve your name into my skin if you want. But I’m not laying another finger on you while your like this."

You let your shoulders slump in defeat and he lets go of your wrist.