#Chapter 13 The Game

I wanted to avoid Ryan to let him cool off for a few days, and allow space for the raging confusion inside me, but the fight games were coming up. We still met every day, and we trained. To my relief, he didn't bring up the love confession, nor my rejection. Finally, two days before the fight game, as he was leaving his cabin, he said, "No, you rest." "Rest? But what if I have more to learn." "You can't learn much else in a couple days but your body will be stronger if it gets rest, and then you can fight fresh." He explained. I worried that he just didn't want to train me anymore. He had been acting more distant, more agitated lately. "Is something wrong? How will I do if I don't practice to the last minute?" I said. "Better than if you wear yourself out right before," he said. "And yes, something is wrong. I don't want you to get hurt. I wish you'd decide to not do this."