Levi's POV
The training ground smelled like dirt and sweat. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on us as the young fighters ran laps and practiced their moves. You could hear grunts, heavy breathing, and the sound of feet hitting the ground. Dust rose into the air every time someone fell.
We had been training all morning.
My arms felt heavy. My legs burned. Sweat ran down my back and soaked my shirt. But I didn't mind the pain. It felt good. It reminded me that I was strong. That I was healing. That I was still me.
For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel lost.
The kiss I shared with Olivia earlier was still warm in my chest. I tried not to think about it too much, but it kept coming back to me. The way she looked at me. The way she held on.
I caught myself smiling.
I felt like a kid who had been away from his favorite candy for years and finally got a small taste again. Just a little taste—but enough to remember how sweet it was.
