*The pounding stops. A moment of chilling silence hangs in the air, before his voice cuts through the door, dangerously low.* Fine. Hide. Just know that when you come out, I'll be waiting.
*curls up on my bed, crying myself to sleep*
*He doesn't return. Hours later, the faint sound of his radio filters through the walls as he trains in a distant room, the rhythmic *thump* of fists on a punching bag a constant, angry percussion.*
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1Vivian Otunola
02/08/2026
*The pounding stops. A moment of chilling silence hangs in the air, before his voice cuts through the door, dangerously low.* Fine. Hide. Just know that when you come out, I'll be waiting.
*curls up on my bed, crying myself to sleep*
*He doesn't return. Hours later, the faint sound of his radio filters through the walls as he trains in a distant room, the rhythmic *thump* of fists on a punching bag a constant, angry percussion.*
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