The Deal

"Can a grain of dessert sand grow life when it is watered?

No,

So how can my barren heart love when it has been rotten.

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A girl's punches hitting the sand box was the only sound echoing in the room.

Her knuckles turning red with each blow she made,her cold brown eyes fixed at her target.

Sweat was running down her toned body, making her look more sexy to the eyes that stared at her in admiration.

His back pressed on the wall,arms crossed as he stood in the darkness, unknown to her.

Her each punch making his chest swell in proudness.

She refused to stop,her punches increasing in intensity and eyes blurring with tears.

Her heavy breath accompanying the sound of her punches.

He straightened,not liking her aggression and lack of control.

Eyes softening at the girl's inability to keep her anger in control.

She was hurting herself.

And he hated this.

Holding the swinging bag with his strong grip,he made his presence known.

But she was obl