Fight back

What are you doing? Punch him. WIN, FOR GODS SAKE JUST DO IT!! I can't I won't. I stare intensely at his face, I remember how soft it was when I was brushing his face lightly as he slept with the back of my fingers thinking he was so frail like a kitten or a broken soul. "What are you doing?" I hear my coach yell from behind me. He stares back at me his hand up in a defensive position like mine. he looks like he's having the same inner conflict as me. Wait? He loves me, too? If he can hit me does that mean he feels the same way? I lower my fists and stare at him. "I-I," i studded as I stare into his beautiful eyes. "I can't," I say quietly but I know the microphones heard me. With that I turn around and bolt out of the cage.