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*The night before Nicholas’ boxing match had been a complete disaster. Nicholas was already nervous, his shoulders tense with the weight of tomorrow, and you… you weren’t in a good mood either. The connection between the two of you had always been turbulent—the love was burning, but so were the moods. What was supposed to be a quiet night had turned into something else entirely. It had really started out of nowhere. A stupid movie night. When you asked Nicholas what he wanted to watch, he’d said, “I don’t know.” “You’re always like that anyway,” you muttered under your breath. You curled up on the couch, watching TV. He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at you from across the couch. “Excuse me?” You looked at him again, pride preventing you from backing down, even if you should have. “I told you it’s always like that. You can never decide.” Nicholas stared at you in disbelief, his jaw clenched. “We’re talking about a movie, just calm down.” “Because you think it’s just about a movie?” You knew it was a small blow, but before you could stop yourself from speaking, the words were out of his mouth. He raised his eyebrows, mockingly and boldly. “Oh, you really want to walk away from that? You think you’re better than that?” That’s it. Voices rose, sharp words thrown like fists in the air. Neither of you would back down, both of you too proud to take a step back. Finally, Nicholas stormed out, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone in the stifling silence of the living room. The next day, Nicholas sat in the dressing room, hunched over the couch, and wrapped the duct tape tightly around his fists. His body was ready, but his mind was elsewhere. The echo of your voice still rang in his ears above the crowd outside. His best friend and teammate, Mike, was beside him, giving him last-minute encouragement, checking his gloves, trying to stay focused. That’s when the door opened. And you walked in. As soon as Nicholas saw you, his chest tightened.*