It has been a handful of days and I have been released from the hospital and now I stay in my father's house or my old childhood home. I do have good and bad memories here but the bad ones have taken over me and pushed the good ones aside as if they did not even exist at all but I know deep down that there were good memories with my father here. I take a deep breath as I walk to his office, wondering if I'm strong enough to do this. I can ask him this. I have been on my best behavior for days and I think it's time.

I knock on his office door and wait until he calls that I can enter but I jump up when the door opens, and he is standing there. I breathe a bit better when my father smiles at me which doesn't happen often. "You've come here to ask if you could go see him?" He asks me and I stare in shock at him. "How-" I begin to say, but he chuckles and cuts me off. "I'm your father, Lila. I know you better than you know yourself" He says as he hands me something. A key.

"Go to him" He says to me and when I take a better look at the key, I notice that it's a car key. I'm in pure shock at the moment as I have no idea how this can be and why he's doing this. My heart is warm at that and I feel happy that my father is doing this. I run over to him and wrap my arms around him and hug him. Something that I've not done often but I need to do it now. "Thank you" I whisper to him as I hug him tightly.

It takes some seconds, but he does hug me back and I smile as I stay there for some seconds. Hugging my father is not what I used to do as a child but it happened, every now and then but it was not many times. I break the hug and give him a smile. "Thank you" He says to him, and he only smiles at me. "I won't take away your happiness any longer" He tells me as he closes the door. My father has never been the emotional type, so I take whatever I can.

I walk out of the house through the front doors and it feels great to welcome the fresh air. For a moment I stand there breathe in the fresh air. The feelings of hope and happiness enter through my body. The sun is not that high on the sky and there is this bitter cold in the air but that doesn't matter to me. This calming air makes my heart happy. I stay like that for some time until I open my eyes and see a car parked in front of the house, the car that belong to this key.

I go to the driver's seat and start the engine and drive off. I've not seen nor spoken to Steel for so long and I miss him more than I could ever speak. I'm better than I was before. It's thanks to his words that I feel all right. He told me that we would find a way. That's gave me enough hope to get through it. I still see Sylvia who tells me how he's doing, but she always comes to me and Steel can't come with her this time. He's doing better too.

She told me that he's winning his matches, and he's missing me every day, and he talks about it all the time. He talks about me all the time. I can say the same thing. A habit has started to grow on me over the last couple of days. I've begun to talk to myself when I'm alone. It truly helps sort out the thoughts inside my head and it helps me think clearer. Though most of the things that I think about is Steel and us together. It makes me happy and takes away the bad thoughts and throw them away where they can't touch me.

He does that to me. I'm far too excited to see him so when I park the car and exit it, I walk towards the gym. I had to park a bit far away since there seems to be something going on at the gym. Steel nor anyone knows that I'm coming to see him today since I've not been in contact with him. Surprising him by visiting him is going to shock him but in the best way possible because it has been so long since we have seen each other and it's finally time.

I enter the gym and notice that there is a match going and when looking closer I notice that Steel is the one that is in the ring with another man, and they're fighting. I smile when I know that my man is going to win. He's going to win. There is no doubt in my mind about that. He always wins, and he always does it in a way that I don't think anyone has ever done before, then again I don't really know much about boxing. I find an empty seat on a bench and sit there and watch.

My eyes are only on him and him alone. Nothing else but him matters to me. It hurts me to see that his cheek is marred and his left eye is swollen, but he still looks as handsome as ever. His lip is also bleeding but he still keeps going. He has a look of determination in his eyes that makes him move faster, and he wants to win this so badly. People are cheering for him and I find myself joining in too. I might not be the loudest in the crowd but I'm hands down his number one fan.