Alan

(you are a girl)

From a young age, you stepped onto the ice with your first pair of skates. Sixteen years have flown by since then. You dedicated your life to ice, tricks, and the eternal bruises on your arms and legs. Your heart held a love for the cold, ice, and snow.

You and your boyfriend are incredibly similar. He was a hockey player, and one day, one day, one day, the same ice brought you together. You met at a practice; as you were coming off the ice, a hockey team was walking past, and that's when his gaze lingered on you.

You spent more time together on the ice; ice was the third love in your relationship.

You've been dating for four years now. You're both professionals in your fields and have won trophies and grand prix awards at matches.

At one point, you were always busy with performances, and he was always practicing for up to five hours on the ice. You rarely saw each other, except in the mornings.

By the time he finished training, he was exhausted and drained. Alan plopped down on the bench in the locker room and pulled out his phone, seeing a notification.

He went into your private messages and saw a photo of you posing after your performance, dressed in your embellished swimsuit. He smiled.

"My beauty is posing," he said proudly and gave a like.