I'm wincing in front of my victor. I feel so minute; he's over powering every aspect of me. My heart is on my sleeve as my arm gets torn apart. I used to be able to feel his arms around me, but the cold stare blinding me tells me different. I can sense my peers sitting behind me, almost furious at them for simply sitting as I'm getting beaten. But I can feel their hearts against mine and it stops me turning away in defeat to know that they're behind me. When he walks away, my heart stopped beating. I can feel myself fading. They're there to catch me.
And we fall.