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Ethan's POV

As days passed, I felt like things were going wrong.

Not with family, not in my own life, not in Emilia's, not in her family, but I could feel something going on somewhere and I couldn't understand why it was haunting me.

It'd been a long while since I'd been haunted by something. The last time was Leo and now it was something I couldn't explain. I just felt that I should do everything I thought I had to do.

I needed to cool off. Plan H wasn't the place to do that. I wanted to punch something.

"Hey man, sup?"

I was breathing profusely. The gym guy patted my back and went his way. I threw away the boxer gloves from my hands and stooped to sit.

After resting for a few, I woke up to continue. Before I could pick up the gloves again, my phone chirped a text in my duffel bag not far from me.

Tony: El's dad is in LA. Calling her to go pick him up wherever he landed.

Ethan: Great. Ya need me, dude?

Tony: Nah. If you wanna come.

Ethan: Not sure. Cooling off.

He didn't reply and I kept the phone in my bag.

After another hour of continuous punching, I felt the need to rest so I went home. After taking a cold shower, I slipped unto the couch with a can drink I snatched from the fridge.

My head ached while I watched the news. After trying to understand whatever was being said on TV, I put it off. My vision was blurry and I felt a strong need to sleep.

"In your hands, dear Lord."

A few moments later, Emilia hopped in. She sat beside me on the couch. I couldn't hear whatever she said because I felt like I was in a deep hole and no one could pull me out.

"Ethan? Hey?" She tapped me on the jaw. "Can you get me?"

She started praying and I held onto her hands as firm as I could've. In about fifteen minutes, everything became normal again.

"Where's this from? What happened?"

"Dunno Em. I've only done this when Grandpa was about to die."

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"Bruh! This is sick!"

"Yeah. He's the only person I can count on for the finals. Although his health's not the best. It's good thing we now have our clinic."

"What about his friend?"

"Jayden?"

"Yeah."

"He's not as smart as he should be. If anything, he just likes cheers. Cheers are his fuel."

"Show off, huh?"

"Kinda."

It was past midday and the other team hadn't arrived. When an hour had passed by, their coach reached out to say that they had a major issue and that it won't be possible for them to reach Plan H in time for the game. After all, it was a friendly match.

It gave me the opportunity to return home early. It was about 2 in the afternoon when I crashed on the bedroom door.

"Mh."

I felt a light headache. When I dropped my bag on the chair, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"I know you should be in class. Do you not miss me?" I smirked.