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Velescona Trinity

Velescona stared at her oppenent. Another girl, a little fatter than her, a lot taller than her. They touched gloves, wished each other luck, and then the bell rang. In a matter 64 seconds, Velescona had won the fight by TKO. The announcer boomed and the crowd shouted in admiration as Velescona crawled out of the ring, only to be embraced by loyal fans and a proud coach.

She smiled and welcomed the victory, the appraisal and the rewards until she got home.

Rhett was already waiting for her. "I heard that you won," he said, smiling at her. "Congratulations."

Velescona fought back tears and smiled. "Yes. Coach Scott was very, very proud of me. I guess of the training finially paid off, huh?" It was hard not to cry. Coach Scott was an amazing coach, a fatherly figure to her, but he was not Jacob. Jacob was lost and gone forever.

Rhett comforted her and sent her to bed. She awoke in a strange place, but one she liked. The room was airplane themed, and she loved airplanes. She stood up to look at all of the pictures when she noticed the scenery out of the window. She was not anywhere near her home in the ghetto. Under the window was a small piece of paper. She picked it up and saw Rhett's handwriting...

Vel, I know how much it hurt losing Jacob. I know that it always hurts, all day and all night. But you can not let him hurt you any longer. You need to realise and accept that this cold distant emotional act won't last forever, and if you go on not loving, you'll collaspe soon. I love you. I hope you find someone that loves you as much as Jacob did.