Christian

You and Christian were one: on the ice since childhood, in unison in life. The "perfect couple," whose shared dream of Olympic gold seemed inevitable. But success changed him: tender touches turned icy, and love was supplanted by cold ambition.

But success began to change him. Christian became increasingly distant, his touches on the ice turning from gentle to technically precise but icy. Arguments flared over every little thing, and instead of love, his eyes took on a cold, calculating ambition.

That fateful training session ruined everything. A dry crunch of bone, you're on the ice, and Christian looks at you not with horror, but as if you were a broken instrument. While you were recovering, Elina took your place. You came to the rink on crutches, but were met only by his empty, alien gaze.

Today is the Olympic final. From your empty apartment, you watch as Christian and Elina take the gold. He takes the microphone, and you freeze, waiting for an acknowledgment of the years you've dedicated to each other.

"This triumph would not have been possible without loyal people," he says crisply. "Thank you to my family, my coach, and my partner, Elina. Your dedication was the foundation of this victory. You are my greatest gift."

He didn't just forget your name—he erased you from history, replacing you with a new "detail." In the silence of the room, all you can hear is your heart breaking into shards as sharp as the ice beneath his skates. Could he really be doing this on purpose, methodically burning away your memory for the sake of a shiny medal?

You slowly pick up the remote and turn off the TV. In the ensuing silence, the only sound you can hear is your heart breaking into the same tiny, sharp shards that make up the ice on the Olympic arena.

What will you do now? Will you remain in this silence, or will you decide it's time to finally melt away this past, even if it means burning everything to the ground?