LOGINDual POV: Leo & Maya We remained by the river long after the city around us had settled into the quieter rhythm that always arrived after midnight, watching reflections ripple across the water beneath rows of lights that stretched into the distance while conversations from nearby cafés gradually faded into little more than background noise, and although neither of us suggested leaving nor searched for another subject simply to keep the evening alive, it became clear that the years separating us from the chaos of Northridge had quietly transformed this moment into something neither of us could have experienced back then, because we were no longer two frightened young adults desperately trying to protect a relationship from the world but two people who had survived enough disappointment to understand that honesty required far less effort than pretending to be stronger than we truly were. Looking back across everything that had
Dual POV There was something beautifully ordinary about the place we chose to meet because after years spent inside packed arenas and crowded campuses and gala premieres where every meaningful moment somehow belonged to someone else’s expectations before it ever belonged to us, neither of us wanted another carefully planned reunion surrounded by cameras or interviews or people searching for symbolism where simple happiness would have been enough, and so we found ourselves standing beside a quiet frozen lake on the outskirts of the city where Leo’s team had just completed another successful season, far away from television crews and autograph lines and festival audiences, with nothing accompanying us except the sound of the wind moving gently across the ice and the comfortable silence that no longer frightened either of us. Life had carried us exactly where we once dreamed it might while refusing to follow any path we could h
Maya POV By the time the festival reception began winding down and the last of the interviews finally came to an end, the excitement that had carried me through the evening slowly gave way to a quieter awareness that one familiar face had remained in the audience without asking for recognition or interrupting a night that belonged entirely to me, and although I had only caught a brief glimpse of Leo standing near the back of the theater before the applause swallowed the moment, that single glance stayed with me through every conversation afterward because there was something profoundly comforting about knowing he had come all that way simply to support my work without expecting anything in return. I found him outside the theater several minutes later standing alone beneath a row of softly glowing streetlights while the sounds of the festival continued somewhere behind us, his hands resting casually inside the pockets of a da
Leo POVThe invitation arrived on an otherwise ordinary afternoon between practice and a scheduled video session, tucked among contract updates and community appearance requests that had become part of my daily routine since entering the NHL, and I almost overlooked it until the familiar title of Maya’s documentary caught my attention, followed by a handwritten note from the festival director explaining that a limited number of private guests had been invited to the final gala screening and that my presence would remain completely confidential if I chose to attend, leaving me unexpectedly still as memories I had carefully learned to carry without dwelling on them quietly resurfaced all at once.For several long minutes I simply stared at the invitation resting on the kitchen counter while sunlight filtered through the apartment windows, realizing that months had passed since I last saw Maya in person even though we continued exchanging occasional messages that
Maya POVThe invitation to premiere my documentary at one of the most respected international film festivals arrived months after I had already convinced myself that the project had reached the peak of its journey, because the documentary had earned critical praise and industry recognition far beyond anything I originally imagined while opening doors that transformed my career from an uncertain ambition into a genuine profession, yet standing outside the historic theater on the evening of its festival premiere surrounded by filmmakers whose work had inspired me throughout my years as a student, I realized there were still moments capable of making even the most carefully controlled confidence give way to quiet disbelief, reminding me that some dreams continued unfolding long after you thought they had already come true.The festival itself carried an atmosphere unlike any event I had attended before, with streets filled by artists and journalists speaking doze
Leo POVThe strange thing about losing someone who had once been one of the most important people in your life was that the pain did not arrive as dramatically as I once imagined it would, because after the confrontation with Jax ended and I walked away from the empty arena without looking back, I expected anger to consume every thought I had for days or perhaps weeks, yet what settled inside me instead was an overwhelming sense of exhaustion mixed with quiet sadness, as though I had finally reached the end of carrying a weight neither of us had been willing to admit existed until it became too heavy for our friendship to survive.For several days I replayed our conversation countless times while traveling with the team and sitting through video sessions and morning practices, wondering whether there had been a single moment years earlier when everything could have unfolded differently if either of us had found the courage to speak honestly before resentment h
Maya POV “Chloe, wait!” I pushed through the library doors hard enough for them to slam against the wall, the sound chasing after her down the corridor. She didn’t slow, didn’t turn, just kept walking like stopping would break something she was barely holding together. “Please,” I said, catchi
Maya POV Morning in the Thorne Estate didn’t feel like morning. It felt staged.Light poured through the tall windows in clean, expensive lines, landing on polished floors that looked like no one had ever walked on them without permission. Even the silence felt curated. Controlled. Like if I said t
Maya POVThe SUV door slammed shut, and just like that, the noise outside disappeared. Inside, it was all leather, silence, and the faint, sharp smell of adrenaline that hadn’t settled yet. My ears rang anyway, like the crowd was still there, still shouting.Leo didn’t let go of my hand. His grip w
Maya POVThe contract was still warm in my hands. My phone vibrated, then again and it didn’t stop. I frowned, shifting the contract under my arm as I pulled my phone out. Notifications stacked on top of each other so fast that the screen lagged for a second.Northridge Spill. I opened it.[EXCLUSI







