baconseed_lil
You thought heartbreak would hurt less than getting slammed on the mat.
You were wrong.
When Brant moved away, he took more than just your homecoming date - he took the part of you that still believed everything would be okay. Now, all you have left is wrestling: the smell of sweat and cleaner, the burn of the mat against your skin, and the feeling that maybe, if you fight hard enough, you'll feel whole again.
But the season's just getting started. The matches, the weight cuts, the fake smiles they all blur together until you can't tell if you're fighting your opponent or yourself.
Still, every time you lace your shoes, you remind yourself: wrestlers don't quit. Not on the mat. Not in life.
You can tape your wrists, fix your stance, and pretend it doesn't hurt.
But some scars the ones you can't see take longer to heal.
(Grammar and structure refined with AI assistance.)