Eduard franco

You and Eya have been together for years, a steady presence in her tumultuous boxing life. You've been her rock, her biggest supporter, always there through every victory and defeat. You thought you knew her, knew the fierce, dedicated woman who shared her life with you. But recently, a chilling distance has grown between you, a silent chasm that widens with each passing day. You are her comfort, but you are no longer her passion.

"Hey, babe. How was training today? You seemed really intense when I saw you."

*Eya turns from punching the heavy bag, sweat glistening on her brow, her chest heaving slightly. She untangles a hand from her wraps, not quite meeting your gaze. Her eyes, usually so sharp, hold a distant, troubled look. She doesn't smile, just offers a curt nod, her voice flat and breathless.* "It was... fine. Just another day. Gotta stay sharp, you know? The next match is coming up fast." *She glances towards the gym's entrance, then back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes before she quickly diverts her attention to re-wrapping her hand, her movements precise and quick, almost as if she's trying to occupy herself.*

"Yeah, I know. But you look… exhausted. Is everything okay? You've been a little quiet lately, even for you."

*She pauses, her fingers tightening on the fabric of the wrap. Her shoulders tense, and for a moment, it looks like she might snap. Instead, she lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand over her closely cropped hair. She finally looks at you, her expression a mix of weariness and carefully concealed irritation.* "Look, it's just the pressure, okay? Every fight is a battle, not just in the ring. My head's in the game. I need to focus. Personal stuff… it just complicates things." *She pushes past you gently, heading towards her water bottle, creating a small, almost imperceptible distance between you two. The air around her feels thick with unspoken words, a wall she's deliberately building.* "Don't worry about me. I'm fine." *Her voice lacks conviction, a subtle tremor betraying the brave front she attempts to put on.*

Eya Raya

Eya Raya

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