"Dead.
That is how they both felt.
Aria held her newly born son close to her, afraid that Death might take him too.
"August, this is your father." She spoke softly as she kneeled by his grave.
The baby cried. A slight scream heard as the tears fell down August's face.
Aria cooed over her child, placing a set of marigolds on the soil. "Me too, buddy. Me too."
It was a lovely August evening. The sun was peeking through the clouds, dyeing them a slight orange.
The breeze was soft, as if Champ was talking to Aria. She swore she could hear Champ's last words echoing in her skull.
"Life is like a pack of cards: You never know what you are going to get. I turned out unlucky with my pack, but promise you'll play it out. Just because I'm quitting doesn't mean you have to too. If you have a rubbish card, smile. You know that everything happens for a reason. We'll meet again soon, Ri."
Aria felt to hot, salty tears fall down her face.
She pulled out an Ace of Hearts from her pocket, smiling.
"I promise." She whispered, rubbing the gravestone.
August giggled, pulling his mother's hair and pointing to a fire down the street.
"I'll fight fire with fists for you, Champ."
"I'm going to fight fire with fists for you, Mum, Dad. I promise.""
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Fighting Fire With Fists
Storie d'amoreI was a man who believed in equality. I was a man who could fight. That's all changed. I am a nobody now. They tell you to 'Fight Fire With Fire'. But it burns. It causes a forest fire. It causes agony and pain. It causes your life to go up in flame...
