<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/5e2f6d44-f9b1-41c5-b7dd-bb82b79bbb76_zps222d90b9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>It was already hard as it was. Living alone. Being apart of something that she couldn't even be happy about even more. Life was miserable now and she wanted to cry, yet she wasn't going to do it. She wasn't going to let another single solitary tear fall from her blue eyes. It wasn't going to happen. So many tears had fallen, and he was still not coming back. Tragedy happens every day, but it didn't have to hurt this bad...It didn't have to ring within her heart every time someone said his name or mentioned stories about him. It didn't have to hurt just waking up in the morning realizing that she could live another day when he couldn't. She took in a harsh breath as she had glanced at the bags. She needed to hit something. She needed to push forward with her life, but she was always finding herself walking forward only to be slammed backward ten spaces. It was one thing to look ahead and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it was another when it disappeared on her. She bit her lip for a moment as she set her things down. She changed the song on her ipod and she didn't even bother to pay attention to those around her as she stared at the bag. Her arms trembled already from the work out. Her legs shivered as she walked, but she was going to give it everything that she got.<br/><br/>She couldn't dare stop here.<br/><br/>If she were to stop, it would be all over. She would be a crying heap on the floor and no one would be able to move her without her having a panic attack. Pressing her lips, she lifted her fists close to her face before she started taking it one at a time, letting each hand hit the bag before it bounced back. Breathing heavily, she continued her hitting until she came to a stop to take a breather, to stop for a moment, she felt the heartbreak happening all over again, but as she lifted her eyes, she could see him. He was already heading her way, but she didn't say anything. He was okay...He wasn't ugly. She was lying to herself, but she didn't correct herself as she thought she might actually say it aloud. Pressing her lips together, she continued hitting the bag, same as himself until he had come to take her attention by waving his hand close to her bag when she was in the middle of hitting it. She came to a stop, pulling an earbud from her ear, releasing the music into the space between them. She had heard what he had said and she immediately felt like she was a child again.<br/><br/>Always being corrected.<br/><br/>She pressed her lips together, glancing down at her sore hands. They were already getting bruised up from her amount of time against the bag over and over again. Her eyes glanced downward and she felt blood rush to her cheeks more than it already was. She felt embarrassed but she didn't let it show when she spoke.<span style="font-weight: bold">I probably have stronger wrists than you.</span>She glanced down at her ipod with her eyes wide for a moment.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell man?!</span>She thought to herself before she glanced up at him, looking him in the eye.<span style="font-weight: bold">But next time I'm at the bag, I'll be sure to remember your tip. Don't hurt yours.</span>She let a smile pull at the corner of her lips before she pulled away from the bag, walking toward her stuff that she had set down. She stood there for a moment. The man wouldn't look her way again. She was terrible. Pressing her lips together, she ran her fingers through her hair. She had enough to deal with...She didn't care about what a man thought about her. She didn't care about anything. Aiden had left her in pieces. It was enough to deal with.<br/><br/>Yet...why did she glance back at him as she wondered what she should do next. She wasn't ready to leave just yet...