登入Theo~The problem with Noah was that the second he got even the smallest amount of hope, he looked at you like he had already won. I hated that. Mostly because it made me want to give in.I stood in my doorway staring at him while my heart tried to punch its way through my ribs. Time. That was all I had said. Three stupid words. And somehow Noah looked happier than he had in months. Which immediately made me want to take them back. Not because I did not mean them. Because I did. That was the problem.For weeks I had been convincing myself that distance was helping. Then I came home, saw another girl sitting on his lap, nearly had a breakdown in the living room, and now Noah was standing here looking at me like I had personally handed him a winning lottery ticket.I rubbed both hands over my face. “This is exactly why I did not want to come home.”Noah’s smile disappeared immediately. Good. Not good. Shit. I did not know. The point was that he looked normal again. Less hopeful. Less da
Noah~The problem was that I had absolutely no idea what the hell had just happened.One second Theo was standing in the living room staring at me like I had committed a crime. The next he was running upstairs after claiming he did not care. Which would have been believable if he had not looked ready to murder Ava thirty seconds earlier.I stood there for a long moment after his bedroom door slammed shut. Just staring at the stairs. Jeff walked into the room carrying a beer and immediately looked between me and the front door. “Where is Theodore?”I looked away. “Upstairs.”Jeff frowned. “Thought he was not coming back until tomorrow.”“So did I.”He nodded slowly. Then his eyes landed on me. Unfortunately. Parents always knew when something was wrong. Jeff had never been the most emotionally available man, but even he was not blind. “What happened?”“Nothing.”His eyebrow lifted. The exact same expression Nikolai used whenever he knew I was full of shit. “Right.”I rubbed my face. “I
Theo~The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Not because I did not want to know. Because I had absolutely no right to ask. The realization hit me immediately, but unfortunately my mouth had already beaten my brain to the finish line.Nobody spoke. The girl was still half sitting on Noah’s lap, looking between us like she had just walked into the middle of an argument she did not understand. Which, to be fair, she had.Noah stared at me. I stared right back. My heart pounded so hard it was annoying. I had just spent weeks convincing myself I needed distance. Weeks telling myself I was better off away from him. Weeks rebuilding some version of normal. Then I walked through the front door and apparently forgot all of that.Good job, Theodore. Really mature.The girl finally cleared her throat. “Um…”Nobody looked at her. That probably was not helping. Noah stood up carefully, causing her to slide off his lap onto the couch cushion beside him. “What are you doing home?” he
Theo~ Finally, we reached the game day we had all been training for. By the time we got to the third period, every single person in the arena was losing their mind. Including me. The score sat tied at three-three. Nobody had managed to break it for nearly fifteen minutes. Every shift felt heavier than the last. Every hit rattled through my body. Every time I jumped over the boards, it felt like somebody had turned gravity up another level. The crowd was not helping. They were loud as hell. Every near miss got a huge reaction. Every save got a reaction. Every check got a reaction. The entire building felt alive. I bent forward on the bench and sucked in a deep breath while Coach barked instructions that nobody was really listening to anymore. At this point, everybody knew what was at stake. Win this game and we advanced. Lose and we went home. Simple as that. Benito dropped onto the bench beside me. His hair was damp with sweat and his jersey looked like it had survived a small war
Theo~The thing about Benito was that he never seemed to run out of energy. I genuinely did not know how it was possible. The guy trained like a maniac, dominated most of the drills, and still had enough left afterward to drag people out for food like he had not just spent three hours getting slammed into the boards.Meanwhile I felt one bad practice away from collapsing face-first onto the ice.“You’re buying,” Benito said as he walked backward toward the restaurant entrance.I looked up from my phone. “What?”“You’re buying.”“Why?”“Because I’m pretty.”I stared at him. “That is not how money works.”“It should be.”He pushed the door open with a grin. I followed him inside mostly because arguing with Benito was pointless. It was like arguing with a tornado. The tornado would do whatever it wanted anyway.The restaurant was busy and noisy. We had to wait a few minutes for a table. Benito spent that time talking to random people. He did not know any of them, but that did not stop hi
Noah~The strange thing about trying to move on was that nobody ever warned you how boring it felt. Movies made it look dramatic and full of big moments. Books made it sound deep and meaningful. In reality, it was mostly about staring at your phone and forcing yourself not to do anything stupid and who was I fucking kidding with the Shakespeare shit, I was a miserable fucker.That was exactly what I had been doing for the last four days.Four long days of staying strong. No stalking Theo’s streams. No checking his schedule. No driving past the places he used to go. No searching his name online. Nothing at all. I deserved some kind of medal for it. Instead, all I got was this weird empty feeling that followed me around everywhere I went.Practice ended around noon. Normally I would have pulled out my phone right there in the locker room and started checking hockey updates. This time I shoved it deep into my bag and walked out with the rest of the team toward the parking lot.“Well, loo
Theo~Noah was changing tactics.I felt it before I could name it. No more aggressive bumping in the room. No more crowding me against the door or leaning in too close like he used to. That physical push was gone. Instead, something quieter had taken its place. Something worse.He was emotionally a
Nikolai~Practice ran long and brutal. My muscles burned by the time Coach finally called it. Most of the guys headed out fast, laughing and shoving each other toward the showers. I took my time. Always did. No rush to get back to an empty room and thoughts I didn’t want.I was sitting on the bench
Melody~Reina replied like it was nothing.Just a simple “haha yeah, that sounds fun” with a little emoji at the end. Casual. Easy. No big deal.It fucking destroyed me.More than if she’d left me on read or said she wasn’t interested. Rejection would’ve been clean. Sharp. Something I could feel an
Melody~I didn’t plan to see her again so soon.It happened outside the campus coffee shop. I was walking back from class, head down, when I nearly bumped into her. Reina stood near the entrance, holding a takeout cup, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and smiled that same steady smile.“M







