In an instant, he found himself at the door of the gym room and what he saw broke his stony heart into tiny little pieces.

There was Phoenix, punching hell out of the punching bag without stopping. Covered in sweat, it was as though she was pouring all of her anger and pain on the punching bag and remembering that she wasn’t supposed to be doing anything strenuous at all, he stopped her in her tracks by calling her name.

“Phoenix,”

Phoenix turned to him with sharp reflexes and only then could he see the tears that flowed down her beautiful brown skin amidst the sweat. Broken by what he...