Mag-log inI didn't sleep much.
Every time I closed my eyes, I kept replaying the equipment room. Jace's hands. The door. The trainer's voice on the other side. The terrifying, guilty relief of walking back into the hallway and pretending none of it had happened.
By the time my alarm went off, I felt like I'd run a marathon in my sleep.
"You look like garbage," Chloe said cheerfully, sliding into the seat across from me in the cafeteria.
"Thanks."
"I mean it affectiona
Jace texted me Wednesday afternoon, three days into our unofficial break, with something that felt like an olive branch disguised as a casual question.Jace: Dinner and a movie Friday? No pressure. Just want to actually talk without either of us bracing for a hard conversation.I stared at the message longer than it probably warranted before typing back.Me: I'd like that.---Friday afternoon, before any of that, I found myself back at the rink, watching one of the last practices before winter break properly started. Coach had eased everything into maintenance mode, but Jace and Liam still moved through drills with the kind of focus that made it clear neither of them had ever really known how to do anything halfway.I settled into the stands beside Chloe, who'd become a fixture at these practices right alongside me at this point, whether she wanted to admit that or not."You're here a lot for someone who's 'taking s
Liam's POVI almost canceled on Reagan twice before actually showing up at her place that evening.Not because I didn't want to see her. If anything, that was exactly the problem some guilty, tangled part of me kept thinking about the coffee shop conversation with Blair, and it felt wrong to walk into Reagan's apartment carrying that unspoken weight, like I'd be lying to her just by existing in the same room without saying it out loud.But I hadn't promised Blair anything. We hadn't promised each other anything, actually, beyond both agreeing to actually try to give the people we were with the fairness of a real chance instead of using them as some placeholder while we figured out a feeling that might not even be real once we looked at it directly. So I went. Because Reagan deserved someone who showed up, not someone who hid behind convenient excuses.She opened the door already smiling, hair pulled back, wearing one of my old team hoodie
I hadn't meant to end up at the same coffee shop as Liam. Fate, apparently, had other plans, or maybe just bad timing and a campus with only so many places that served decent espresso.He was already there when I walked in, sitting alone at a corner table with his laptop open, a textbook shoved to one side like he'd given up on it an hour ago. He looked up when the bell over the door chimed, and something in his expression shifted ,surprise, then something softer he didn't quite manage to hide fast enough."Hey," he said."Hey. Studying?""Trying to. Failing, mostly." He gestured vaguely at the closed textbook. "You want to sit? I could use the distraction, if you've got a minute."I hesitated for exactly one second before pulling out the chair across from him. It felt easier than it should have, given everything sitting unresolved underneath the surface of just *sitting with Liam at a coffee shop.*"How's the semester winding down?" I asked
Liam's POVReagan's hand fit nicely in mine. That was the thought I kept circling back to, sitting across from her at the little Italian place off campus, like reminding myself of the plain, uncomplicated facts that might help me actually stay present in them."You're doing the same thing again," she said, not unkindly, twirling her fork through her pasta."What thing?""The thing where you're technically here, but your eyes go somewhere else for a second. It's fine, I just noticed it." She said it lightly, no accusation in it, which somehow made me feel worse than if there had been."Sorry. Long week." It wasn't a lie, exactly. It just wasn't the whole truth eitherShe studied me for a moment, something patient and a little too perceptive in her expression. "You know, for someone who's supposedly having a long week, you talk about hockey like it's the easiest part of your life right now.""It kind of is
Chloe found me sitting on my dorm room floor the next morning, still in yesterday's clothes, staring at nothing in particular."Okay," she said, dropping down beside me without waiting for an invitation. "Talk."So I told her everything,the photo, Jace's question, the answer I hadn't been brave enough to give anyone until last night. She listened without interrupting, which for Chloe was its own kind of remarkable."How did he take it?" she asked finally."Better than I deserved. He didn't yell. He didn't even really get angry. He just asked me to actually think about it instead of protecting everyone's feelings by staying quiet.""That's very mature of him.""It's very Jace, actually. He's always been better at seeing things clearly than I give him credit for." I picked at a loose thread on my sleeve. "We didn't break up. Not exactly. We just decided to take some space. Figure out what we each actually want instead of just holding on becaus
I didn't mean to fall asleep on Jace's couch with my old phone photos open.It happened by accident,I'd been looking for a picture of Chloe and me from freshman orientation for some group chat nostalgia thread, scrolling back further than I meant to, and somewhere in the process I'd drifted off with my phone still lit up in my hand.When I woke up, Jace was sitting across the room, very quiet, very still, and my phone was no longer in my hand. It was on the coffee table, screen still glowing, open to a photo from the week of the fake dating agreement ,Liam and me on the quad, his arm around my shoulders, both of us laughing at something neither of us probably remembered anymore."Jace.""You fell asleep," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Your phone kept buzzing. I moved it so it wouldn't wake you up.""And you looked at it.""It was already open." He wasn't accusing me of anything. That somehow made it worse. "I wasn't trying to snoop.







