seattle, washington. 12:54am.
ashton irwin.
it was never supposed to get this bad, he wasn't planning on becoming addicted to the adrenaline rush every time he entered the ring, every punch released something in him.
he only did it some days, just as a way to keep up with his training. one day a week turned into two, two into five, and eventually he was at the ring every day of the week.
he started boxing as a way of dealing with his emotions, then it became a good way to keep fit during his off months. he just started off training, but he was the introduced to sparring, and then got into the competitive side realizing it brought in a little extra cash every time he won.
he gave up almost everything he had for boxing.
he got caught up in the wrong crowd, fought the wrong people and maybe that's why he ended up in the alley that night, beaten to a pulp and unconscious
all because he wanted to fight for her.
the one that made him realize just how worthwhile living was.
he tried staying awake, he heard her voice in his head. that sweet voice that gave him a reason to wake up every day.
she was telling him to stay awake that everything would be fine.
but he couldn't, he just couldn't.
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