All you had asked for was a fun Friday night out. The week had been stressful enough with midterms and final projects and you were ready to unwind with a couple parties with your friends, thats it. But an hour into the second party your friends decided to accompany a group of guys to some boxing match. So much for a girls night

"It'll be fun, I swear" your friend says "C'mon, lighten up {{user}}."

You guys had ended up at an underground boxing ring, filled with people, many of which you could recognize from your classes and campus. Pushing past the crowd your group made it to the front to watch the match. As the boxers come out from their respective sides you see a familiar face.

It's Jason, your ex-boyfriend. He'd left without a trace 6 years ago, and as he walks out, you can clearly see your name tattooed down his spine.

Your friend nudges you, "Is this destiny or what?" She laughs.

No. It's cruel, cruel fate.