LOGINI woke up at 6:00 AM. This was game day. Back home, game days were usually a big production. My father would call to remind me and Chloe would send a supportive text. But today, my phone was silent. I had left it in my bag, turned off.I went down to the hotel breakfast room. Most of the team was already there, picking at eggs and toast. It was quiet. Nobody talks much before the first game of a tournament. I saw Jax sitting in a corner booth with Toby. He was wearing his team tracksuit, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked almost scary.I grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and sat with Swiss."You ready?" He asked, his voice low."Yeah," I said. "Just want to get on the ice.""It’s going to be a tough crowd.Eastside fans are famous for being loud.""I don't care about the fans, Swiss. I just want us to play well."After breakfast, we had an hour before the bus left for the rink. I was walking through the lobby toward the elevators when I saw a group of men with cameras near the revolv
The sun hadn’t even come up when I dragged my suitcase toward the athletic center. The air in the parking lot was freezing, The big white bus was already warming up. It’s engine made a low, steady rumble. I was the captain, so I had to be there first. I stood by the luggage bay, checking names off a list as the guys arrived. Swiss was the first to show up, looking like a zombie with a giant cup of coffee in his hand."Tell me again why we’re leaving at 5:00 AM?" He groaned, shoving his bag into the storage compartment."Because Coach wants us to arrive early and go to the rink for an evening skate," I said, trying to sound more awake than I felt.The guys trickled in one by one. Toby arrived around 4:45, looking surprisingly energetic. He gave me a quick nod. "Big trip, Liam.""Yeah," I replied. "Big trip."Then, I saw him. Jax. He had his hood pulled up over his head and his headphones around his neck. He didn't look at the bus, and he definitely didn't look at me. He just handed me
I stared at it for a long time. Just seeing his name written down made me feel too aware. How was I supposed to lead a team when I couldn't even talk to my star defender? How was I supposed to keep my focus when every time he hit the ice, all I could think about was the way he used to look at me?I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. I had a job to do. I started thinking about the other guys.*2. Toby.* That was an easy one. He is my best friend and the heart of the locker room. He kept everyone loose, and he was a beast on the wing. We needed him.*3. Swiss.* He was a solid player.I kept writing, thinking about each player. I thought about the younger guys who had been working hard and the seniors who deserved one last big tournament. I thought about the chemistry between the lines. But as I reached the tenth name, I stopped.If I picked this team, I was responsible for them. If we lost, it was on me. If there was drama between me and Jax, it would ruin the whole tourname
The conversation with Toby was echoing in my head, especially that one word: Time. It sounded so simple when he said it, but to me, it felt like a life sentence. Every second without Jax felt like an hour, and every hour felt like a year.I made it back to my room and locked the door. I threw my bag on the floor and walked over to the window. I kept looking at the empty space in my room where Jax used to fix his stuff whenever he came around. He had taken his hoodie and his extra pair of sneakers he usually keeps there on standby. I sat at my desk and pulled out my textbook. I tried to read, but the words just didn't make any sense. My mind kept drifting back to the first time we met at the rink. We hated each other so much. Down to the shared apartment days and our little fights. I smiled sadly. No one would ever believe we’d get this close to loving each other. I closed the book with a heavy sigh. I couldn't study. I couldn't sleep. I picked up my phone again. I had dozens of noti
The ride back to the dorm was the longest journey of my life. I huddled in the corner of the cab, pressing my forehead against the cold glass of the window. My eyes wouldn't stop leaking. I wasn't just crying; I was sobbing. It was that deep, painful kind of crying that makes your chest ache and your throat feel like it’s closing up.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way he didn't even look back when he walked out of the chapel. He was really gone. The one person who made me feel like a human being had finally had enough of my lies.The cab driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, but he didn't say a word. I was grateful for that. I didn't want to explain. I just paid him with a shaky hand when we reached the campus and ran toward my building.I didn't turn on the lights when I got into my room. I didn't take off my clothes. I just kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the bed. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle the sound. I felt so small. I felt like a little ki
I wandered toward the older part of the university. I didn't want to go back to my dorm and I definitely couldn't go back home. I found myself standing in front of the campus chapel. It was a small, stone building with heavy wooden doors. It was quiet here.I pushed the doors open. The air inside was cool and smelled like old books and candle wax. I didn't come here to pray. I wasn't even sure I believed in anything right now. I just wanted to hide.I sat in the very back row, head in my hands and breathed in the silence. But the silence didn't last long. I heard the door creak open again. I didn't look up, hoping whoever it was would just pass me by.But the footsteps stopped right next to my row."I figured I’d find you in a place like this," a voice said.I looked up. It was Jax. "How did you know I was here?" I asked. My voice was raspy."You always come here when you're overwhelmed," Jax said, sitting down at the far end of the pew. He didn't look at me; he looked at the altar a







