บททั้งหมดของ The second half he gave me : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Elyra's point of viewDarian was silent for a bit of time before he looked up and said. “Something happened between me and Veyra. Just once, and that is all. This did not happen on purpose.""Define something," I asked him."Come on, Elyra," Darian replied. "Do we need to discuss things in detail?""Yes," I replied. "We do."With his palms, he rubbed his face. "This was a mistake. I felt like you were pushing me away because of the hockey career. You were always training, always busy at work with your teammates. And I felt that you do not value me anymore, and she was just here..."“So this is my fault?” I asked.“That’s not what I’m trying to say,” he quickly interjected.“That’s exactly what you’re trying to say,” I countered.“Elyra, it barely happened,” he pleaded. “It was just once. She came on to me; I swear it, and I wasn’t really thinking straight. She is just my ex and nothing more.”I remained silent, just staring at him.“You’ve got to trust me,” he pleaded again. “It didn’

Elyra's Point of ViewIt felt as though everyone’s eyes were on me."We’re just teammates," I told them. "We go to rival schools. Just trying not to make such a big deal about it all."People laughed uncomfortably. But that didn’t seem to satisfy whatever they wanted from us. A couple of them were watching us, expecting something more."Someone’s gotta make sure she keeps out of trouble," Kaelen spoke up beside me. "She had a couple of relationships that required supervision."I winced until I saw the expression on his face. He didn’t mean it to be an insult to me.Some people found that funny, and soon enough, the interest of the group waned again, with everyone resuming their earlier conversations as though nothing had occurred.I looked at him. “Supervision. Really?”“It worked, did it not?” he retorted.“Just barely,” I said, but I was trying hard not to smile.---We talked all through the night.At one point, we headed for the more quiet section of the room close to the snack ta

Kaelen's pov I stood there on the porch for a moment, holding the envelope, looking around.There wasn't anyone on the driveway. The street behind it was peaceful – there were no cars parked where they didn't belong, there were no people taking their dogs out for a walk, there was nobody standing near the tree pretending that they weren't watching me. There was just the porch light buzzing above me and the envelope in my hands.I entered the house, threw my bag next to the door, took a seat at the kitchen table and only then opened it.There was just one photograph inside, it was printed on regular paper, not glossy, as though someone rushed to print it on the home printer.It was me and Elyra. We were sitting together during the party. The angle was from across the room; the picture was definitely taken without our knowledge. And without having to think about it, I knew exactly when it happened – it was right before Bram approached us and Elyra laughed at my comment about her shot p

Elyra's POV"Mom, slow down," I said. "What's going on?"Seraphine was crying so hard into the phone that I could hardly understand what she was saying. "Alaric," she cried. "He had a break down. A really bad one, Elyra. It's like he never had one before. He is in the hospital now. He is critical."Suddenly the phone felt heavier and a knot formed in my stomach. "What do you mean 'critical'?""I don't know," she sobbed. "They took him back an hour ago, and I don't know anything. Please, would you come? I don't want to be here by myself.""I'll be there as soon as I can," I told her. "I'm on my way now.""Thank you," she cried, through her tears on the other line. "Thank you, baby."I hung up the phone and turned around to look at Kaelen. He watched me closely from his spot against the wall.“What’s up?” he asked.“It’s your dad,” I said. “Something happened. A really bad thing. He’s in the hospital; his condition is serious. And my mother is there and she needs me.”Kaelen paled immed

Kaelen's POVI arrived at the rink five minutes before six, and Elyra was there waiting for me, sitting on the bench with her skates only partially tied and tablet set up on her bag."You are actually on time for once," she said, without even bothering to look up."I promised that I would be," I stated, putting my bag down next to hers."Furthermore, you promised to stop being a nuisance about it, but guess what?" She motioned for me to sit down. "I have already pulled the videos of your last four matches."I took a seat. She showed me her tablet and clicked play on the footage from the Ashgrove match."Notice this with your stick," she stated, pausing the video at the very moment when I released the shot. "Count how long it takes for the puck to come off the blade of your stick.""Seems to be alright to me.""It is not," she said, scrolling to another video with the same type of shot. It became quite evident after she put them side by side. I was faster back then."Okay, I must admit