ACE
A full day of constant workouts and training didn't stop me from missing Avalon. I was worried something had happened to her, a breakdown in a public place is possible for a grieving person. I waited at the front of the house, cool wind easing the tension in my shoulders.
I didn't text, although I should have. But I was anxious. Since when did I become anxious to see her? I've been trying for years to get away from her, simply to avoid betraying my best friend. I know Marcel wouldn't forgive me for it.
Yet here I am, doing the one thing I fought against. It's not something I can help. Her body has become a temple for me to worship, I want nothing more than to lock her to myself every chance I get. I should be focused in my upcoming fight, that's usually how this goes but I'm not.
