Selena’s POV
I still don’t know what came over me. I can’t stop thinking about it. Even now my hands feel kind of… hollow. My fingers are cold but sweaty at the same time. My head feels light, like I’m walking around half-asleep, except my heart won’t calm down. It was just a practice. Just another stupid hockey practice. I shouldn’t even have been there. I could’ve gone home. I should’ve gone home. But no. There I was. Sitting on those hard bleachers with Sara, pretending to care what she was saying, pretending not to keep sneaking looks at him like a complete idiot. And I did. I looked at him. Over and over. I can’t help it. I hate it. The way he skates. The way he doesn’t even have to try to look like he owns the ice. His shoulders broad, his jaw tight, his stupid messy hair sticking to his forehead when he skates too hard. He doesn’t even see me there most of the time. Or maybe he does. God. I don’t know. I was staring when it happened. That’s what gets me the most — I didn’t even blink. One second he was flying across the rink like he always does, and the next second he… just… collapsed. He slammed into the boards hard enough that the sound echoed all over the room. And then he didn’t get up. I swear something in my chest just snapped. The world tilted and my stomach dropped and all I could think was no. And then everyone was crowding around him, shouting, the coach yelling something, his teammates leaning down, too many people, too much noise— And I moved. Before I even thought about it I was off the bench, running down the steps. Sara called my name but I didn’t stop. I don’t even know why. I just had to. I shoved through the players circling him, dropped to my knees on the ice next to him. And I saw his face. His lips were pale. His breathing was sharp and shallow. His shoulder… God, it didn’t look right at all. It was sitting wrong, the way his jersey bunched there. And when he tried to push up, he winced so bad it made my stomach twist. But then… I saw something else. Something nobody else seemed to notice. The way his ribs… moved. The way his hand clenched in the ice, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw locked… and his chest rose steadier. Like he was already… fixing himself. It scared me. It scared me so much my hand shook when I touched his arm. But even though it scared me… I couldn’t just stand there and let them all see. I don’t even remember the words that came out of my mouth — just that they listened. Even the coach. “I’ll take him,” I said. Loud enough for them all to back off. And somehow, they did. He didn’t say anything when I slid his arm over my shoulder and helped him up. He just stared down at the ice like he hated himself. I hated the way his weight felt on me. Heavy. Hot. Too much. I hated that my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But most of all I hated that I… didn’t mind it either. I don’t even know how I got him outside. The cold air hit me so hard I almost stumbled but I didn’t let go of him. Not even when he tried to pull away. I got him to the wall. He leaned against it. And he just… stared at me. Those grey eyes. So dark. Like he was furious and broken at the same time. And then he said, “Thanks.” Just that. And it was worse than if he’d said nothing at all. Because it felt like it meant more than just thanks. And I didn’t know what to say back. So I just nodded and let him walk away. And I stood there in the cold, clutching my hands together so no one could see how bad they were trembling. --- I didn’t go home right after. I couldn’t. I don’t even know why my feet carried me here. But now I’m sitting in the park across from my street, on one of the old metal swings, staring down at the ground. The chains creak softly when I move. The air is sharp and cold and smells like damp leaves. I keep playing it over and over in my head. The way his shoulder hung like it was broken. The way his ribs seemed to knit themselves back together right in front of me. The way he looked at me like I’d just saved his life. And the way my chest still aches. Right here. Like something inside me cracked and never went back. I don’t understand him. I don’t understand myself. I don’t even know why I care so much. I curl my hands into fists in my lap. My fingernails dig into my palms. My breath comes out shaky. God, I’m such an idiot. “You’re a fool,” I whisper under my breath. The words from the dream coming back to me. Run, he’d said. Run away from me. I close my eyes and shake my head hard. When I open them again, I feel it before I see it. Someone’s watching me. I freeze. There. Across the park. A figure. Standing perfectly still near the tree line. Too far to see their face. But they’re facing me. Just… standing there. My stomach flips. It’s not Dominic. I know it’s not. But it still makes my chest go cold. I stand up fast, my hands gripping the chains of the swing for balance. I glance away just for a second, just to grab my bag. And when I look back… They’re gone. Like they were never even there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My heart pounds in my ears. I walk home as fast as I can without running. My fingers clutching my bag strap so tight it hurts. I don’t look back. But I can still feel it. Whoever they were… They’re still watching. And I don’t know if it’s him I should be scared of… or them. Or myself.Selena’s POVWhen I woke up that morning, it was the first time in days I didn’t feel like running.For a few blissful seconds, I just lay there under the covers, staring at the faint light spilling across my ceiling, and thought about the way all Dominic's kisses had felt.God.My cheeks went hot just thinking about it.How his hands had held my face so gently, but his lips had been anything but gentle. How he’d leaned in close and said my name like it mattered.I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth, half to hide my smile even though no one was there to see me.I couldn’t believe it.Dominic.Kissing me. Why did I suddenly have those thoughts?And then walking me all the way home after, like I wasn’t just some stupid girl who got in his way.For once… I didn’t hate mornings.I even took a little extra time brushing my hair, choosing my nicest hoodie, putting on lip balm just in case.I wasn’t sure what we were, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d looked at me last night —
Selena’s POVI still don’t know what came over me.I can’t stop thinking about it. Even now my hands feel kind of… hollow. My fingers are cold but sweaty at the same time. My head feels light, like I’m walking around half-asleep, except my heart won’t calm down.It was just a practice. Just another stupid hockey practice. I shouldn’t even have been there. I could’ve gone home. I should’ve gone home.But no.There I was. Sitting on those hard bleachers with Sara, pretending to care what she was saying, pretending not to keep sneaking looks at him like a complete idiot.And I did.I looked at him.Over and over.I can’t help it.I hate it.The way he skates. The way he doesn’t even have to try to look like he owns the ice. His shoulders broad, his jaw tight, his stupid messy hair sticking to his forehead when he skates too hard. He doesn’t even see me there most of the time.Or maybe he does.God.I don’t know.I was staring when it happened. That’s what gets me the most — I didn’t even
Dominic’s POVI swear to God, she’s gonna kill me one of these days.I don’t even know what the hell’s wrong with me anymore. I’ve never been this sloppy. Never. Hockey’s the one place I don’t screw up. It’s the one place I can just move and hit and breathe and not think about anything. But ever since she started showing up… hell, even before that, even before she knew my name… she’s been in my head like some damn parasite I can’t get rid of.And there she is now.Right there. On the bleachers.Sitting with her little friend Sara, laughing quietly about something. Her hair falling into her face when she looks down. I can see her lips from here, curved soft and pink, and my chest tightens up like an idiot.I almost drop my stick.“Dominic! Focus!” Coach is barking from the sidelines.I grunt back something that might’ve been a “yeah” but probably wasn’t even a word. My teammates give me weird looks.Pull it together. Pull it the hell together, Lakes. You don’t feel anything. You’ve nev
Selena's POV It was morning by the time I finally dragged myself back home.The sun was already climbing up over the rooftops, burning gold and blinding me as I walked down our street. My shoes scraped against the sidewalk and I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears like a clock ticking too fast. Every step felt heavier.I didn’t even know what time it was. I didn’t even care.Last night was still a blur. Dominic’s arms catching me when my knees gave out. His voice calling my name over and over. That stupid worried look in his stupid eyes.I hated how much it had all stuck in my head.I pushed the front door open quietly, hoping maybe I could just sneak upstairs and sleep for a year. But of course, she was waiting.Glendolyn.She was leaning on the wall by the stairs, arms crossed. Her eyes cut into me before I even said anything.I froze.“Where were you,” she said, her voice flat. Not even a question. Just… ice.I tried to laugh it off. “Out.” My lips cracked when I smiled and it
Selena’s POVI woke up to the strangest smell.Like clean sheets mixed with something warmer, faintly smoky, faintly like the way the air feels after it rains.I blinked and the ceiling above me wasn’t mine. It wasn’t my soft cream walls or my glow-in-the-dark stars. It was dark wood and some posters on the far side, a hockey stick leaning against the corner.I jolted upright too fast and my head throbbed.“What the hell—”“Relax.”His voice.I froze.Dominic was sitting on the edge of the desk right by the bed. His arms were folded and his eyes were fixed on me, sharp but soft at the same time. He didn’t even flinch when I caught him staring.“You fainted. Again. You’re welcome, by the way.”I swallowed. My throat was dry.“You… brought me here?” I croaked.“No,” he said, then smirked. “A magical fairy picked you up, tucked you in, and I’m just here for the vibes. Of course I brought you here.”I dropped back on the pillow and groaned. “God, you’re so annoying.”“Yeah? You weren’t sa
Selena’s POVI couldn’t breathe.I didn’t know if I was screaming or not but my chest felt like it was caving in.The nightmare was worse tonight.I saw him again. Like every other time.Dominic.He stood there, his face twisted in pain. There was blood on his hands. My blood? I couldn’t tell anymore. It was always the same — he struck his sword through my chest, my heart bursting in my ribs, his cold eyes watching me fall.But this time… it was different.He was crying.Tears — no, blood — ran down his face.“You fool,” he said, his voice cracking and broken, “don’t you know I’ll kill you again?”I froze. My feet wouldn’t move.“Run,” he sobbed, his hands shaking, the blade still glinting in his grip. “Run away from me. Please… run away from me.”I tried to speak but nothing came out.Then the sword flashed again and pain ripped through me and everything went black.I bolted upright in bed, gasping, clawing at my sheets like they were choking me.My whole body was shaking, my hair st