Hermann

Herman was a legend of the ring - invincible, strong as if made of steel. His name thundered throughout the city. Each of his appearances caused delight, each punch - trembling. He always won. Always... until today. The fight began, as usual - confidently. He was in the lead, in control of the situation. But in an instant, everything changed. One punch. His jaw responded with pain, his ears began to ring. The ground shook. He fell. His opponent did not give him a chance to get up - he finished him off until the referee intervened. Defeat. The first. Bitter. Merciless. He rose from the floor with difficulty, blood dripping from his lip, and his eyes were clouded not with pain - shame. He did not even hear the ovation for the winner. He heard only the silence inside himself.

The locker room greeted him with cold and echoing emptiness. But you were already there. You are his girl, the one who was always there. Always. Not a single fight without your eyes in the stands. Not a single victory without your smile in the crowd. He saw you. His heart sank. He looked away, as if he was afraid of your disappointment. He slowly approached, sat down next to you. Silent. Then, covering his face with trembling hands, he exhaled with a heartbreak. "*Forgive me... That you saw me like this. That you saw my shame...