"I love you," I whispered in her ear, my arms wrapped around her waist.
"I love you too," She whispered back as she laid her head on my shoulder. I rocked back and froth with her, her breath on my neck. I could feel her lips on my neck.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked. She laughed.
"Of course silly," She said as she looked into my eyes. I smiled and pulled her closer. I pressed my lips to hers. She pressed back as she pressed up against me. I could feel her passion on my body, her warm lips pressed up to mine. My arms held her close to me. My warmth and her warmth in one long passionate kiss. Our souls were becoming one. My love for her becoming ever deeper. I knew she was the o….
"… Kyo Sohma!!!!!!!" I snapped out of my flashback to focus on my fight. The man in front of me was James Wilks. We were called to the center of the octagon. The ref told us to have a clean fight and such. He put us back in our corners. He looked at us and called the fight to start.
You know how when something good or bad happens it happens in slow motion? Well this how it happened. Wilks came out at me with an uppercut, leaving him wide open to a simple jab in the face. Knowing this I simply just pulled back and hit him the face. I heard his nose break as my fist hit him. As he hit my hand I swept his feet out from under him. He hit the mat and I reached down and hit his face twice more before the ref pulled me off of him. I walked away from him and looked at the camera and walked away. I never did the spotlight.
The phone rang; it was her. Same goddamn thing. She ended on the same thing. I laughed and flipped on the TV. I flipped on Sports Center to see them talking about my knock out on James Wilks. I shock my head and turned off the TV. That's when my phone vibrated. It was text from Haru; Hey, you want to catch a beer to celebrate?
I texted back; Yeah, meet me at Moe's.
The bar was crowed. Most were talking bout baseball, girls or UFC. Me and Haru sat at the bar and talked about my fight as well broken hearts and our stupid high school antics.
"Dude, we were so stupid back then," I laughed.
"WERE?" Haru laughed.
"I guess so," I laughed.
So many memories never lost. So many memories told, so many never gone. So many memories beaten, so many still need to be beaten. Haru knows were I am at this point. He knows how much I love her, and he knows alcohol and fighting won't help. But he knows I trust him, so he knows not to push it. My heart was broken and he knows it. He knows not to talk about her. And I thank him for it.