If it weren't for following a fine line of work I might actually think about spending time beyond the fight on myself. I'm too connected to the fight, my love life, ended and began so many times over I wonder if maybe, just maybe this could be a new beginning. Than things get in the way, work, my conscience, other women…
"John, can you please go away?" I asked as kindly as the moment allowed.
Aside from the obstacles, I could no doubt have the life I want, desire. Those obstacles are very hard to overcome let me tell you.
"Sorry, just wanted to know if you wanted to get some lunch with me, didn't mean to interrupt your practice." He held his hands up, surrendering.
I paused what I was doing to pay attention.
"And what about Mari?" It was an honest question, since they were together.
He scratched his neck, looking at the ground, and slowly up my body to my face.
"She had a modeling gig in Paris. I was on duty so I couldn't go."
I smiled, "Smooth catch John." I punched the practice dummy in the head. "I don't think Mari would like it if we had a steak out."
. She had it all, maybe not all, but she is a model and had money, she is nice-to those who deserve it, and has him. And what do I have, nothing, no money, half the world hates me, and I don't have…I began punching the dummy with a new sense of hatred and jealousy.
"Anyways, will you come or not?"
"Why are you going to do something like this to Mari? Why do you want to go to lunch with me, why not Bruce or Clark?"
If he'd say it I'd be gone for, but of course being the person he is….
"I….alright."
Once he left I slumped against the dummy, breathing deeply…my eyes watering.
"I am not going to cry over this."
I punched the dummy again, decapitating the head.