Leo
My knuckles hurt every time they hit the bag. Sweat trickled down my forehead, my heart beating so furiously against my chest that I could barely breathe. But I didn't stop. I kept hitting because, damn, I was sick of feeling this uneasiness inside of me. The restlessness never leaves. I can't focus and I can't think clearly. It was sickening and I was adamant on getting this shitty feeling out of my system at any cost.
It's been two days since we came back from Verona. It's been two days since I have seen Amara. And I was so disgusted to admit this but...I missed her. She was right around the corner but yet so unreachable. The last time I saw her was that day and she looked...sick. Was she sick? She has no one here she can talk to. And why hasn't she come out of her room for the la
