Rowan Kane

Betrayals have no shape, no warning, no limitations. They come from anywhere, anyhow, from Anyone.

And to me it came from the girl I felt for since I was just a boy of 6

I remember her dad and mine being the truest form of best friends. From spending summer together to even golf. The family did it right and together. And there she was. Hair of gold and a soft heart I waited years to win. I became a successful athlete. 4 times Olympic winner— All gold. Hundreds of gold, thousands of bronzes. Vast wealth I myself made. I sculpted myself. To this fine man I am today for her. The sheer hight of 6'4, the body of am unbearable boxer. And heart for her only. It's 20 minutes before match. She said she's coming. She.Is.Coming. My sheer enthusiasm shattered when I watch her enter with a boy. Around my age. Hands on her waist. Looking at each other with love— that looked just too pure

So It was never me.

I wanted to run away. Far and far. Somewhere far.

But the stage won't allow me. Atleast untill I don't finish the match.

As I fight, I have bare minimum records of being defeated or being punched. My defense skills were beyond beatable. But not today as I feel blood gargle out of my mouth as my opponent hit me. I collapse on the ring. Defeated.

my coach screams for thr doctor

someone immediately gets in the ring

and pushes the inhaler to make sure I breath as she also tries to stop the blood

"Kindly calm down. Panic encourages more blood loss."

She says to me calmly.

betrayed by his childhood sweetheart becomes cold afterword