*Lena*
I turned to see Eason jogging toward me, still in his gear, his blonde hair damp with sweat. He stopped a few feet away, his breath coming out as quick puffs in the cold air.
“I... I wanted to thank you,” he said, his eyes searching my face. “It was because of you that I dared to prove myself. Everything we’ve been through... it pushed me to be better, to fight harder.”
I stood there, frozen, as he continued. “I know things have been... complicated between us lately. But I want you to know that I appreciate you being here. It means more than you know.” He paused, and I could see words forming and dying on his lips.
“I…” he tried again when the sky opened and rain started pouring, heavy and relentless. Eason looked at the sky, then back at me. There was something in his eyes, something unspoken, but he just shook his head. “I should get back.” He gestured toward the arena.