I Could Give You the Moon

The rest of the city waits just behind it, the Beijing skyline glowing against the night. Even though it’s almost one in the morning, this city is used to staying up late, just like its overworked twenty- and thirtysomethings. Crush is too flippant and middle school, and mortal enemy might be a tad too heavy to drop into everyday conversation. The bell rings, the crowds of the fight club come alive with bloodlust, stamping their feet, and Ares pushes his way forward into the ring, relieved that it’s finally happening.