#Chapter 205: Bad Mood Reflections

Grace I woke with a gasp, the dream's chill clinging to my skin. The punching bag swung slightly above me. I tasted blood in my mouth, and my body still ached. The reflection's words echoed in my mind. I didn’t know what to make of it. One thing was clear: my head felt clearer. I could see those moments that I remembered in the dream as if I was standing outside my own body. I watched countless fights between Devin and me and how I always backed down. My confrontational. In love. Hopeful. A liar. I can remember ever finding Devin not actively. You and the divorce felt more like a nail in a coffin. I remember how disinterested he was when he signed the paperwork and walked out of the office. Apathetic. I groaned and turned onto my back. I was still sprawled on the hard training room floor. Every part of my body screamed in protest. The anger remained, simmering beneath the surface, but it felt less chaotic, more focused. Not a raging inferno but a smoldering ember waiting to be u