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Samantha’s POV

I had just collapsed onto the bed when the knock came. My legs ached from training, my shoulders burned, and every muscle in my body screamed for rest. The last thing I needed was someone bothering me.

The plan was to ignore whoever it was, but the knock came again. Persistent.

I groaned, rolled over, and buried my face in the pillow. Maybe if I simply ignored it, they’d leave.

“Sam,” Anthony’s voice slipped through the wooden door like a ghost I couldn’t get rid of.

Of course. W
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    Samantha's POVThe building took a long time to empty.There were media obligations and federation handshakes and photographs and a brief press appearance where Samantha said grateful and extraordinary and we're incredibly proud and Anthony said the program spoke for itself and Vera coached three Olympic pairs and there is a reason for that.By ten thirty the arena had mostly cleared.The cleaning crew was working the upper tiers. The ice had been left as it was, the competition surface, still pristine, the lights above it dimmed to their overnight low setting but not fully off. The overhead panels cast the same pale blue-white glow that made the ice look like it produced its own light.The side door was unlocked.Samantha didn't ask how Anthony had arranged that. She suspected Isaac. She suspected Isaac had anticipated this the way he anticipated most things and had made a quiet phone call to the facilities manager sometime between the trophy ceremony and the press appearance.They c

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    Samantha's POVThe trophy was heavier than she expected.Samantha had held trophies before. Smaller ones, regional ones, the kind that lived on shelves in childhood bedrooms and collected dust with quiet dignity. This one was different. Cold metal and real weight and the Grand Prix insignia cut clean into the base. She held it with both hands and looked at it and tried to feel the size of what it meant.She was still working on that when she heard the sound beside her.It was quiet. She almost missed it under the crowd noise and the announcer and the music the arena had started playing over the speaker system. A small, contained sound. The kind a person makes when something breaks through a wall they have spent years building.She turned.Anthony was standing beside her on the podium with his head slightly down and his jaw tight and his eyes wet.She had never seen Anthony Vale cry.She did not think, until this moment, that she ever would.He was not making a production of it. He wa

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    Samantha's POVThe ice was fast and the lighting was brighter than anything they had practiced under and the crowd sound was a constant low pressure around the edges of everything. None of it touched what was happening in the center.The first movement built the way it was supposed to build. Distance that had weight in it. Two people circling. Coming close. Pulling back. The audience learning the shape of the thing before the key change showed them where it was going.She hit every edge.She felt Anthony hitting every edge six feet away, his movement precise and open in a way that would read from the back row of the upper tier. Vera had said that once. The openness has to be big enough to reach the cheap seats. She had not meant it cynically. She had meant that real feeling, genuine feeling, had a physical size.Anthony was giving it a physical size.She was giving it one too.The key change came.Their bodies turned toward each other and the crowd felt it. She heard the shift in the

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    Samantha's POVThe noise hit her before the light did.Samantha had competed in large arenas before. She knew the particular pressure of crowd sound, the way it filled a space differently from music or silence, the way it had weight and temperature. She thought she had prepared for it.She had not prepared for this.The Grand Prix final arena held fourteen thousand people and it was full. Not mostly full. Not comfortably full. Every seat taken, standing room at the back of the upper tier, the specific compressed energy of a capacity crowd that had been building since the doors opened and was now looking for somewhere to go.She stood in the tunnel with Anthony beside her and felt the noise before she saw the ice.Her ankle was fine. She had woken up that morning and tested it carefully before she even stood fully, rolling it in slow circles the way the physio had shown her, and it had answered back clean and quiet. Fine. It was fine.Her hands were cold. They were always cold before c

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    Samantha's POV The hotel room was warm and the city outside the window was lit up against the dark.Samantha sat at the small desk near the window with a pen in her hand and a notebook open in front of her. The notebook was dark green and slightly battered at the corners. She had carried it in the bottom of her skating bag for almost two years without opening it. She had bought it in a small shop near the Westview Arena on a day when she had felt the need to buy something that suggested she might have interior thoughts worth recording, and then had never managed to actually record them.Tonight she opened it.She didn't plan what to write. She just let the pen move.---*I don't know what I expected this to feel like.**I thought I would write about the program. About the elements and what I need to remember tomorrow and what Vera said in the rehearsal rink. That's what I thought this would be.**But I've been sitting here for ten minutes and none of that is what wants to come out.

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    Samantha's POVThe arena they had been given for dress rehearsal was three blocks from the Grand Prix venue.It was a smaller building, older, with boards that had been repainted too many times and seats that were mostly empty except for a handful of federation officials and two judges who had been approved to observe the run. Not score. Just watch. Vera had been clear about the distinction when she told them."They are not scoring you today," she had said at breakfast. "They are simply present. Do not perform for them. Perform for the program."Samantha had nodded.She had slept well, which surprised her. She had expected the night before dress rehearsal to be the kind of night that ate itself, hours of lying awake running through elements and worst case scenarios. Instead she had gone under quickly and stayed there and woken up feeling something close to ready.That feeling lasted until approximately nine forty-three in the morning.---The first sign was the music.They were three

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    Anthony's POVSamantha's glare could’ve frozen the embers back at the fire pit. “Don’t start with me, Anthony.” she snapped.“I’m not starting anything. I’m just, ” I broke off, dragging a hand through my hair. The air was colder now, the kind that bit through fabric and silence alike. “We were ta

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    Anthony’s POV The laughter faded almost as quickly as it came, leaving something heavier in its wake. Samantha’s smile, if you could even call it that, was gone. Her face hardened again, like she regretted letting it slip at all. I hated that. Hated that she always had to armor herself back up.C

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    Anthony’s POVThe morning air bit at my lungs as soon as I stepped outside the cabin. Sharp, cold, and way too awake for how little sleep I’d gotten. That is… if I actually slept.I spent most hours of the night rolling on the bed, wide awake, staring at the wooden beams above me as if they could

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    Anthony’s POVThe fire cracked softly, a steady rhythm against the quiet of the night. Sparks rose into the cold air, drifting upward until they disappeared into the black sky. The three of us sat around it, me, Samantha, and Cole, our shadows thrown wide and uneven across the dirt. My fingers wer

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