C45 Forty five

TWO YEARS LATER.

"Let go, Brea. Let go, he tapped out" The voice of my coach reached the grunting sounds of my opponent that had risen to a crescendo in my ear, and I let go reflexively, the buzzy hazy place I'd slipped into clearing away. I blinked rapidly, struggling to clear my vision and take in the extent of the damage I'd done