Librairie
Rechercher
Accueil / MM Romance / Black Ice / The Weight of a Dream

Partager

The Weight of a Dream

Auteur: Proud
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-26 21:39:34

~ALAN~

The private meeting happened in a room without windows, close to the back tunnels of the arena. It had a smell that reminded me of old coffee and polished floors.

The scout sitting in front of me was an older guy with gray hair at his temples and keen, looking eyes. He had on a warm, thick jacket with the logo of a pro team that I've had posters of in my room since I was seven.

Coach was by the door, arms crossed and looking serious.

"You have extraordinary talent, Alan,"The scout talke
Continuez à lire ce livre gratuitement
Scanner le code pour télécharger l'application
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Chapitre verrouillé

Dernier chapitre

  • Black Ice   Something That Was Never Mine

    ~TOBY~I saw him by accident. I was walking to my early shift, my cart squeaking behind me, my mind still half asleep, when I turned the corner near the dorms and there he was. Alan. Standing outside a building that wasn't his, his jacket wrinkled, his hair messed up like he hadn't slept, and a girl standing in the doorway saying something to him with a small smile on her face.I stopped walking. My feet just stopped, like they didn't get the message that we were supposed to keep going.Alan said something back to her, something I couldn't hear, and then he turned and started walking down the path. He hadn't seen me yet. I ducked behind the corner of the building so fast that my cart bumped into the wall, the bottles inside rattling loud enough that I flinched. I stayed there, my back pressed against the cold brick, my heart pounding for no reason I wanted to admit.It shouldn't have mattered. That was the first thing I told myself. Alan wasn't mine. We were friends. He never said

  • Black Ice   Pretending

    ~ALAN~I told myself this date was a good idea. Maybe even the smartest thing I had done all week. Her name was Bree, and she was in two of my classes, always smiling at me, always finding a reason to talk after the bell rang. When she asked if I wanted to grab dinner Friday night, I said yes before I could think too hard about it. This was what I needed. A normal night. A normal girl. Proof that nothing inside me had actually changed.We met at a small Italian place near campus, the kind with candles on the tables and soft music playing low in the background. Bree looked pretty, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, her dress simple but nice. She smiled at me the second I walked in, and I made myself smile back, big and easy, the way I always used to."You look nice," I said, pulling out her chair like my mom raised me to do."You clean up pretty good yourself," she said, laughing. "I almost didn't recognize you without hockey gear."I laughed too, a real laugh, or at least it

  • Black Ice   What Comes at Night

    ~ALAN~ The first dream was quiet. Toby was sitting on the edge of my bed in the dark, his golden hair falling into his eyes. He did not say anything at first. He just looked at me the way he always did when he was trying to be brave. I reached out and brushed the hair off his forehead. His skin felt warm under my fingers. He leaned into my hand like he had been waiting for it.“You came back,” he whispered.“I never really left,” I said in the dream.He smiled, small and soft, and I kissed him. Not like the dare. Longer. Slower. His hands came up and held the front of my shirt like he was afraid I would disappear. I woke up with my heart slamming against my ribs and my mouth dry. For a few seconds I still felt the shape of him against me. Then the shame came in hot and fast. I sat up in the dark and pressed my palms into my eyes.“It is just a dream,” I told myself. “It does not mean anything.”The next night it happened again.This time we were on the empty ice after a game. Th

  • Black Ice   Questions I'm Scared to Ask

    ~TOBY~Parish texted me two days after the coffee shop. He just said, "Same place, same time?" I stared at the message for a long minute before I typed back "okay." Part of me wanted to say no. Talking about my feelings still felt like walking on thin ice, like one wrong word could make everything crack open. But another part of me, a smaller and braver part, wanted to go back.The café smelled like cinnamon and coffee beans when I walked in. Parish was already sitting at the same corner table, two cups steaming in front of him. He waved me over like it was the most normal thing in the world, like I hadn't spent the whole walk over here trying to talk myself out of coming."I got you the same drink as last time," he said, sliding the cup toward me. "I hope that's okay.""It's perfect," I said, and I meant it. I sat down across from him and wrapped both hands around the warm cup, the way I always did when I needed something to hold onto.For a while we just talked about nothing. He

  • Black Ice   The Shape of a Truth

    ~PARISH~I knew what was happening between Alan and Toby long before either of them were ready to say it out loud.It was in the way Alan watched Toby when he thought no one was looking. It was in the way Toby's whole body seemed to lean toward Alan even when they stood apart. After the kiss, the truth sat even clearer. Alan was running from it. Toby was blaming himself for it. And I recognized both reactions too well.Watching them took me back to high school in a way I did not enjoy.I remembered the boy I had loved when I was seventeen. His name was Daniel. He had a quiet smile and kind hands, and for a few months he made me feel like the world was softer than I had been taught. I was too scared to call it love. My family went to a strict church every Sunday. They talked about right and wrong like the words were simple. So I smiled at girls I did not care about and told Daniel we were only friends. I watched him wait for me to be brave. I never was. By the time I finally u

  • Black Ice   The Space Between

    ~THIRD PERSON~Toby noticed the change before anyone explained it to him. One day Alan had been beside him at lunch, walking him home, sending short messages that made the day feel less heavy. The next day those things simply stopped. At first Toby told himself Alan was only busy with hockey. Then the silence stretched across two days, then three, and the careful excuses he made for Alan began to fall apart.He sat alone at their usual cafeteria table and stared at the empty seat across from him. The sandwich on his tray stayed untouched. Every few minutes he checked his phone, hoping for a message that never came. When a group of students walked past laughing, he curled his shoulders in and tried to become smaller. Without Alan’s steady presence, the old feeling of being invisible and unsafe crept back into his chest.At night in his dorm room Toby replayed everything. He remembered every quiet conversation by the lake, every time Alan had waited for him after work, every soft s

Plus de chapitres

Vous vous intéresseriez aussi à

Découvrez et lisez de bons romans gratuitement
Accédez gratuitement à un grand nombre de bons romans sur GoodNovel. Téléchargez les livres que vous aimez et lisez où et quand vous voulez.
Lisez des livres gratuitement sur l'APP
Scanner le code pour lire sur l'application
DMCA.com Protection Status