They say love is an amazing thing. Its the feeling that you get with the person you know that you're going to spend the rest of your life with. That person is suppose to be your rock and stick with you through thick and thin, not betray you.
Y/N was in her studio apartment hitting and kicking a puinching bag. The moon was her only source of light. Every time she hit the bag a grunt came out of anger. The impact from her punches made her knuckles hurt a little bit, but she knew she was going to be alright. Sweat was running down her legs and abdomen as she was practicing. Hugging the bag, it stops moving. Y/N took out a water bottle from the fridge. She stared down at the waves forming in the Caribbean sea.
As she was sitting down, she thought about her life back in the states. She had everything, until it all crashed and burned. Grabbing her laptop, she opens up her photos clicking on a specific folder. Tears start to form her eyes when the pictures started popping up.
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