96 #Don't leave me

I joined my hands as I watched Andrew and Levin shake hands before the fight began. The tension in the air was palpable as they both took their stances, ready to face off in the ring. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, anticipation filling the air.

No one had yet launched at each other, but the intensity of their gazes hinted at the impending clash of fists and determination. I held my breath, waiting for the first punch to be thrown, knowing that once it was, there would be no turning back. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder as the anticipation built, creating an electric atmosphere in the arena. But my eyes are only set on Andrew, who seems calm, circling around the ring. A focused look in his eyes gave nothing away. As the tension mounted, I could sense the energy between them crackling like electricity, ready to ignite at any moment as Levin launched himself at Andrew, throwing a powerful punch.

But Andrew swiftly dodged the blow with a fluid movement, catching his hand in midair an