Love Letter

Alari's pov

The next three weeks were the most grueling of my life, I swear I thought I was going to die in more than one occasion.

I pushed myself until I couldn't even move and still found the strength to go past that.

I don't know how or when it happened but whenever it was, I started using my strength to the fullest.

I stopped holding back and it was then I realised, I'd actually been holding my progress back by being so afraid to hurt someone.

They didn't even care whether bones broke or not.

Plus mom's memories were coming in handy, and that thing I do, seeing without looking, yeah I was getting real good at doing that.

“Okay, that's enough for today” Kyle heaved as he bent forward, using his knees to hold himself up.

“Tired already” I panted, mimicking his stance, to which he chuckled at.

“Yes, I'm beat” he said, standing up straight when Brent brought us water bottles.

“Thanks”