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The Attempt
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2026-10-30 22:01:50
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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Attempt
POV: Silver PrestonMy knee screams the moment I push off the gate.I already know it before the first crossover, the way you know rain is coming before the first drop falls.The resolve that carried me through the athletic complex corridor and down to the preparation bench, that kept my fingers moving through the lacing ritual without shaking, does not follow me onto the ice. It stays behind somewhere near the boards, and I am left with only my body.Ingalls is nearly empty after the storm. The silence has a texture to it, thick and expectant, as if the building itself is waiting to see what I will do. I used to crave an audience. Now I am grateful no one is here to witness whatever this turns out to be.The overhead lights buzz their constant pale note above the rink surface. The smell is exactly what it has always been. Zamboni exhaust and the mineral sharpness in the back of your throat that tells your body it is time to work. I grew up with that smell. It should feel like coming
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance For Myself
Pale winter light cuts through the dorm window, throwing hard gray angles across my narrow bed. Overhead, Americus's glow-in-the-dark plastic constellations are fading against the plaster ceiling. Across the small room, she breathes evenly in sleep, one arm slung over her quilt, while I lie motionless beneath the sheets, listening to the radiator clank against the dawn chill. I barely slept after the library. My mind spent hours cycling through every word Eli said, every moment we came close to something neither of us named, every expression on Riley's face in that lamplight alcove with Liam beside her. I replayed it all so many times the memories started to blur at the edges, losing their sharpness the way anything does when you handle it too much. Sleep, when it finally came, was thin and unsatisfying, the kind that leaves you more tired than if you had stayed awake entirely, a brief suspension of thought rather than real rest. When I finally get up and push out through the heavy en
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Stop Pretending
POV: Silver PrestonThe night air cuts sharper than any argument.I shove my chair back hard enough that the metal legs screech against the restaurant tile, the sound slicing through the ambient noise. Heads turn at nearby tables. Someone's fork pauses halfway to their mouth. A waiter glances over, unsure whether to intervene. Americus half-rises too, her napkin sliding off her lap, concern flickering across her face before I am moving too fast for her to catch.I do not care.My stomach is in knots from pasta I did not taste, my pulse still hammering with the aftershock of that table, of Eli's flat declaration landing in the silence and Weston's smile sharpening in response and Americus's grin faltering for the first time all evening. I do not know which of those three things unsettles me most. Maybe it is that they happened all at once, stacked on top of each other until I could not tell where one ended and the next began. Maybe it is that some small, traitorous part of me felt reli
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The truth is not what Weston told her
POV: Eli HayesSomething has been said about me. I don't know exactly what, or exactly who said it, but the distance Silver is putting between us today feels different from every version that came before it. It sits in the air between us like a wall nobody bothered to explain, and I hate that I can feel its presence without being able to name its shape.Different from the Sterling steps version, which was defensive and pointed, all sharp edges and quick retreats.Different from the hockey house version, which was hurt and angry and aimed straight at me, a wound I could at least see and try to address.This is something else entirely. This is the distance of someone who has been handed information and is trying to decide whether to believe it. I recognize it because I've stood on the other side of that particular silence before, back when I was the one deciding whether to trust what I'd been told about someone I cared about. It's a miserable place to stand, caught between loyalty and d
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Unreliable Narrators
POV: Silver PrestonAcademic torture has a new name.Professor Dawes announces the mid-semester comparative analysis pairings, and I stare at my annotated stack of Victorian Gothic texts like it personally engineered this outcome.Eli Hayes.Partner.The seminar room is the kind of Yale space that has absorbed decades of student anxiety into its walls. Chalk dust, old wood, and the particular cold seeping through Gothic windows installed long before anyone thought about insulation. Around us, other students settle into their assigned pairs, voices dropping to the productive murmur of people who can actually focus. I envy them, briefly and bitterly, before the feeling curdles into something closer to dread.I can't focus.Weston's voice is still running underneath everything, a current I can't shut off no matter how hard I try to drown it out with syllabus logistics and the dry comfort of required reading. It surfaces at the worst moments, filling the pauses I should be using to think,
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Seed
POV: Silver PrestonThe walk to Chapel Street gives me just enough time to almost turn back. Twice.I don't.The bar Weston picked is exactly what I would've guessed, if I'd let myself guess. Exposed brick. Edison bulbs hung at precisely calibrated heights. That warm, low light that makes everyone look like they belong in a more interesting life than the one they're actually living. The whole place is built to make ordinary conversations feel important, and I hate that it's already working on me before I've even ordered a drink.Weston's at a corner table when I walk in, tucked into an alcove with a clear view of the whole room. Of course he picked that seat. He's dressed like the evening was arranged around his schedule instead of the other way around. He half rises when he sees me, a gesture so practiced it should feel hollow, but it lands anyway, and I catch the small, traitorous flicker of flattery before I can stomp it out.I sit across from him and order something with citrus th
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Cobblestones
POV: Silver PrestonUp close, Yale looms even larger than it did from the shuttle window.The Gothic spires press into the late afternoon sky, their shadows cutting long and dark across the courtyards below. I have competed in arenas built specifically to intimidate, designed with high ceilings and
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Long Way Back
POV: Silver PrestonThe question won't leave me.If I couldn't skate, who was I?It follows me through every MRI scan, every consultation with specialists who speak in careful, measured tones about torn ACLs and damaged meniscus tissue. It echoes through physical therapy sessions at the San Jose sp
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Who Are You Without the Ice
POV: Silver PrestonShe looks like she just stepped out of a board meeting.Perfectly pressed navy blazer without a wrinkle. Blonde hair pulled back in the same severe chignon she wore at the arena. Makeup completely intact despite however many hours she spent in a waiting room down the hall.Leona
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Diagnosis
POV: Silver PrestonThe world comes back in pieces.First, the sound.A steady electronic pulse that echoes from somewhere far away, then closer, then inside my skull.Beep. Beep. Beep.Each tone feels like a small hammer tapping against my consciousness, dragging me back from whatever dark place m
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