PENELOPE'S POV~
"One... Two... Three!" I shouted, my fists slamming into the punching bag with a ferocity that mirrored the torrent of emotions raging within me.
Sweat poured down my face, and my muscles burned with exertion, but I continued to channel my inner turmoil into each powerful strike.
The leather bag swayed violently with each impact, the force of my punches sending shockwaves through the air.
The rapid rhythm of my fists pounding against the bag echoed through the room, a testament to my unwavering determination.
I yearned to become stronger, smarter, and more flexible, to build my perseverance level and push my limits beyond what I thought was possible.
My body trembled as I slumped to the ground, exhaustion washing over me. Heaving for breath, I felt the sweat dripping
