Novels by joha66538

Elena's pov Skating rink air always felt different.For the first time in days, my chest loosened slightly as I stepped inside.Familiar voices hit me first."ELENA?!"I turned and suddenly I was being attacked by hugs. Too many hugs.“Girl, you disappeared!” Liana, one of my old teammates yelled.“I did not disappear,” I said, muffled against someone's shoulder. “I was medically relocating my entire life.”“That sounds like disappearing with extra steps,” another one added.I rolled my eyes. “I hate all of you.”They laughed and for a moment, it felt normal.“Skate with us,” my friend said, grabbing my hand.I hesitated just for a second, then nodded.That was my mistake.Stepping onto the ice again felt like stepping into a memory that didn't belong to me anymore. My blades touched the surface and I pushed forward but my body hesitated.I tried again but nothing happened. It was as if my own body was afraid.Eventually, my legs moved but not like they used to. The rink began to clo

Elena's pov The moment I got into my room I called Micah.I paced restlessly, phone pressed to my ear, my gaze fixed on absolutely nothing as my brain rerouted memories of Ethan, like a broken, repeating video file.The line connected.“Hey Elena,” Micah said, too jovial and too oblivious to the destruction he had just rendered to my entire life.“Explain.”There was a beat of silence before he replied. “That’s a pretty direct opening.”“There’s a man in your apartment.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.“…Yes,” he said, slowly.“I know his name, I know his face. I know that I want him out of here.” I whispered.“Ah.”“That’s ‘ah’ because you knew.”Micah sighed. “I mean…” “Don’t ‘mean’ me,” I stopped pacing and sat on the bed. “Why is Ethan here?”Micah sighed again, guiltily. “I was going to tell you.”“When?”“When you were less inclined to murder him on sight.”“I am still inclined.”“Noted.”I sighed. “Talk.”I heard a door open and close before he continued. “The truth is… Etha

Elena's pov My headache pulsed in time with the elevator music as a girl chatted beside me. I flicked a glance in her direction, taking in her sleek brown ponytail and the tight McDonald's uniform and jeans that made her look more like a beauty queen than a part-timer. While I, on the other hand, look like a homeless person in my oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Way to go, Elena.I shifted my gaze to the elevator and took my long sip of my matcha, hoping I'd get to my floor as soon as possible.Luckily, I did. I hauled my luggage out and practically, dragged them and by them, I meant a pink dufflebag sitting on a medium sized box and a larger black box. I packed light this time. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out. Micah was calling.I connected my airpod and answered. “I'm not dead.”“Your line hasn't been reachable for hours. What happened?” He asked, worried about lacing his tone. Typical big brother.I rolled my eyes. “Tell that to your landlord. The wifi in this b