I sit in the middle of the ring and stare into Brandon's eyes. There's something wrong with him, I can’t put my finger on it and say that's it, but he's stressed out. I can smell the air. His smell is different. I don't know, there's something different about him.
As soon as the start of the match is announced, we start circling each other and spinning in a circle.
"I love you!" I hear him saying. And it wasn't just me who heard it, the whole arena heard what was being said in the ring.
"I'm sorry for you, but I don't love you," I say without emotion. Dominic is right, between me and Brandon probably our bond was just hanging on to something physical. Okay, I can do this and I keep repeating it in my mind.
We circle like two predators, only that Brandon seems the weakest of us. I reall
