#fiightnights

            ophelia had wanted nothing but for her husband to have endless amount of happiness. if boxing was his happiness, who was she to take away his passion? the way she looked at him in the rink made her clutch her stomach, upon the edge of her seat and forcefully smiling through the matches. this is what you do for your love ones, ophelia thought to herself. the moment that left her breathless was when he went down, silencing the entering arena around them. he wasn’t getting back up. he was undefeated. in that moment, ophelia thought she had lost her entire world. eventually, they found out he needed to go into retirement due to the severity of the injury was a shock. underneath it all, ophelia was relived of the news, knowing another match and careful hues would drive her to insanity. the young mother had wanted to spend time with her husband, seeing how their daughter longed for this quality time with her father too. perhaps, it would’ve been best if ophelia didn’t think everything would be normal for them. this family knew NOTHING of normal type of lifestyle. ❛ hi there, handsome, ❜ ophelia sweetly announced, slowly and carefully positioning herself in his lap before arms laced around his beck. expressive baby blue hues scanned over his familiar features, a soft smile appearing. ❛ it looks like we have the moment to ourselves. home alone, to be exact. my mom took our little girl for the weekend. i was wondering if you wanted to do something? ❜ delicately questioning, she raised a soft brow towards him. after all, she needed a moment without fighting between the pairing. parts knew she couldn’t continue to have these outbreaks, knowing the stress of his retirement had caused her to do harmful actions.

。*  、— she should have started timing it. the taller male visited her makeshift office at the same time almost every day. he seemed to be on a strict routine of when his day started and what exactly he did to where it was almost exact by the minute when she saw the bearded fellow enter her tiny space. she didn’t mind it really. he wasn’t   horrible   to look at, and she kept up conversation with him. he wasn’t like some of the others that came into her safe space demanding this and that. she bandaged his cuts, everything but healed his bruises. she’d even stitched him up once after a horribly nasty fight. still, she never even managed to get the other’s name. watching the boxing matches wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. she liked to   heal   not watch people   break   themselves.    ❛ so, what happened today? surely not another busted up lip.  ❜   she spoke without glancing in his direction. she didn’t have to see him walk in to know he was there.

“c’mon dude.”