Damon’s POVThe bar felt much heavier than it should have. I laid on the bench, my hands gripping the cold metal, already exhausted from my last setHer words played back to me like a track on repeat. I'm marrying Leonard.I don't want you in my life anymore mI raised the bar slowly and let it go. My hands were shaking from the weight of it.Perhaps, I’m in denial, I thought. Maybe, she really does prefer him to me.Finishing the set, I stood up from the bench. The instructor looked at me and at the weights.“Add more weight,” I said.He frowned. “Sir, you’re already lifting eighty kilos. This is your maximum.”“I said add more weight. I want to lift one hundred kilos.”“You shouldn’t rush. You may harm yourself—”“Are you here to assist me or will I have to find another coach?”He was hesitant, but he added ten kilos to each side of the barbell, which made it up to hundred.“It’s your funeral,” he mumbled.Lying back down, I held the barbell with both hands.“See me doing twenty re
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