Never in Angelo life that he imagined because of just a little bit of sparks of interest that sprouted inside his chest, will he be standing among the crowd that was shouting the names of the fighters in the arena that they had betted.
With a flattened mouth, Angelo lowered his eyes and silently regretting why did he gone to this place in the first place, remembering what message he sent to his lover before his phone was completely confiscated to avoid and prevent causing harm to this arena festive, he regretted it more until his intestines hurt.
