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Skates On Ice

Penulis: Ms. Anonymous
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LIAM

Hockey practice at six in the morning should be illegal.

I’m already regretting every life decision that led me here as I step into the rink, duffel bag on my shoulder and the cold air biting at my face. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker slightly, casting a dull glow over the ice. Most of the guys are already here, stretching, taping their sticks, chugging down whatever energy drinks they swear by.

I should be focused. Locked in. Ready to skate until my legs give out. But my mind is still stuck on yesterday — on Emilia.

She looked at me like I was the problem. Like she needed to put as much space between us as possible.

And maybe she’s right.

I shake off the thought and drop my bag onto the bench, yanking my jersey over my head. Cam claps a hand on my shoulder as he passes by, his grin too bright for this hour. “You look like hell.”

I roll my eyes. “Thanks, man. Really needed that.”

“You good?”

I nod, even though I’m not sure. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s not a total lie. But t
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