I woke from my dream panting and sweating. It was the same dream I have every night since he left. I can't get him out of my head even after two years. He was everything to me. My fiancé, my best friend, and my lover. I told him everything from how my day had been to my darkest secrets that only he now knew.
After I finally had calmed down I decided that I might as well get up do something to distract me even if was only five in the morning. I decided to take a jog down to the gym and workout, knowing that it should be empty at this in the morning, for a few hours before I had to go to work. As I got there though I saw car parked in front of the building and froze. No no no, this isn't possible he can't be here. I thought over and over again. Finally after standing and staring at the car for what had to have been at least five minutes, I decided to suck it up and go face what was waiting for me inside.
I held my head up high and walked through the door as if I was the most confident person on the face of the earth. Once I got inside and looked around I let out a sigh of relief. No sign of him so far. I decided to the weights and work on those for a little while.
After about a half hour of weights I decided to go and punch around a dummy for little while. I opened the door and walked in to the room reserved for people who wanted to spar or work on some self defense on the dummies.
"Shit." I cursed quietly when I saw him. His back was facing me so I decided to try and leave without him seeing me but he must have heard me because as I was about to open the door I heard his voice, thick with emotion.
"Roza?"