LOGINKai’s pov
I sat with the first aid kit in my hands for a long time after the door closed. The guilt arrived the way it always did with Noah — quietly, completely, without giving me the option to argue with it. I had been selfish. That was simply the accurate word for it. He had left class to bring me warm water bottles and arranged them so they wouldn’t burn me. He had done my assignment — pages of it, the teacher’s deadline, all of it — while managing his own. He had croKai’s pov I sat with the first aid kit in my hands for a long time after the door closed. The guilt arrived the way it always did with Noah — quietly, completely, without giving me the option to argue with it. I had been selfish. That was simply the accurate word for it. He had left class to bring me warm water bottles and arranged them so they wouldn’t burn me. He had done my assignment — pages of it, the teacher’s deadline, all of it — while managing his own. He had crossed an ice rink in front of everyone and told his best friend to stop because his best friend was hurting me. And I had asked him who he loved most. I pressed the cotton to my mouth and looked at the ceiling and sat with the full weight of what I was. When I finally put the kit away I noticed the assignments on the table. Two sets of pages. His handwriting first — I recognised it, neater than I’d expected, the kind of hand that had been practised. An
Kai’s POVI had only replied to his text because it was him.Anyone else and the phone would have stayed face down on the pillow until the battery died. But it was Noah, and so I had typed something — something deliberately irritating about stalking, because old habits — and then put the phone down and gone back to sleep.My body was wrong in a way I couldn’t fully account for. I had always been healthy — genuinely, consistently healthy, the kind of person who didn’t get sick, who pushed through things and came out the other side without incident. And yet for the past week everything had become a trigger. The rain. The cold floor of the cafeteria. The jacket I’d given away. I was paying for all of it now in increments.I slept.When I woke up, I was warm.Not the feverish, uncomfortable warmth of a body fighting something — actual warmth, the steady, even kind that comes from outside. I shifted and felt them — two bottles, hot water inside, positioned carefully against my sides. Close
Ava’s pov He ran to me before I’d fully stopped moving, arms already open, and pulled me into a hug with the easy warmth of someone for whom this is simply how greetings work.“Noah.” He pulled back and looked at my face. “How are you?”“Fine,” I said. The smile came out slightly behind schedule. “Good to see you.”He studied me for a half-second — that particular Liam attentiveness that noticed things without making a production of noticing them — and then let it go without pressing.Coach Merritt called the session to order before the silence could develop into anything.“As you can see, the Eagles are joining us this evening. I mentioned this some time ago.” He looked around the group with the expression of someone who knows at least three people didn’t retain the information. “We’ll be integrating — rounds first, then a short practice match. Eagles versus Falcons. Nothing formal. Just work.”Liam looked at me and winked.I managed a more genuine smile that time.The rounds came f
Ava’s pov I sat in class and waited for him to appear.He didn’t.I looked at the empty seat across the room and thought about the night — the cafeteria, the dark, his hands holding mine while I talked about my mother. I had talked about her. Actually talked, with words and details and the parts I usually kept sealed behind something that didn’t have a name. I had never done that — not with Noah, not with anyone who had known me long enough to ask. And somehow it had been Kai, the person I had spent weeks cataloguing as the worst possible version of a human being, who had sat across from me in a locked cafeteria at two in the morning and held my cold hands and said it wasn’t your fault.I turned the pen over in my fingers.He’s not as bad as I thought.The teacher arrived. Still no Kai. I pulled out my phone under the desk — against the rules, entirely — and typed a quick message.Hi.It didn’t deliver.I tried calling. Let it ring once and hung up, just enough to nudge his phone int
The morning light was unforgiving. It didn't filter in softly; it cut through the high cafeteria windows in sharp, dusty shafts that made the linoleum floor look like a crime scene of our own making.I woke up first. My neck was stiff from the angle of the chair, and my arms were numb from being folded across my chest, but the discomfort was a distant second to the realization of the weight against my side. At some point in the night, Noah had shifted. His head was no longer on the travel pillow; it was resting against my shoulder, his breathing deep and even, my jacket still draped over him like a shield.I didn't move. I couldn't. I watched the way the light caught the pale line of his throat and felt that "inconvenient" thing in my chest settle into a permanent residence.Then, the heavy thud of a deadbolt sliding back echoed through the hall."Noah," I hissed, shaking his shoulder. "Noah, wake up. The staff is here."He bolted upright, eyes wide and disoriented. He looked at me, t
I didn't try to pull him off. I didn't make a joke. I just brought my arms around him, one hand resting on the small of his back and the other cradling the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his forehead was tucked into the crook of my shoulder."I've got you," I murmured. My voice sounded deeper in the dark, vibrating through my own ribs. "I'm right here. It's just the cafeteria, Noah. The same tables, the same chairs. Nothing changed but the light.""It's... it's not just the light," he whispered, his voice breaking. "It's the space. It gets... it gets so big when I can't see the edges."I tightened my grip. I thought about the girl he’d told me about—the one hiding in the dark while her mother died. I didn't see the hockey captain anymore. I saw the person who had survived a nightmare and was still waiting for the sun to come up.“Don’t cry,” I said. “I’ve got you.”I said it quietly, into the dark, and meant it in the simple, practical way — you are not alone in this, I am
POV: Ava CarterI did not even blink."It belongs to a girl I am seeing," I said.Kai looked at me for a long moment. The locker room was almost empty now. Just the two of us and the hum of the lights and the hair tie sitting in his open palm between us."A girl," he said."Yeah.""You are seeing a
looked at him with a calm face but my mind was already working fast behind it.“During the game one of your teammates hurt my hand,” I said, trying to hide my fear . “I didn’t want to tell Coach Merritt. He would have benched me. So I’ve been using my left. My right hand is in pain.”Liam’s face d
Chapter Six: Just A DreamPOV: Ava Carter“Why are you sleeping here?”The voice came sharp and close and I jolted awake so fast the room spun.Kai was standing over me with his arms crossed, looking down at me the way you look at something that has deeply disappointed you without even trying. He h
I looked at the pictures again.“Are you sure?” I asked. I heard how it sounded but I couldn’t help it. “You’re absolutely sure that’s your brother?”Maya looked at me with patient eyes. “I know it’s strange. We left my father’s house when we were young. My mum took us and we never went back.” She







