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(you are a guy) ‎ Ice has always given you a thrill. You figure skate and often feud with a guy named Seth, arguing over who can skate better. One time, you were paired together, and you almost got into a fight. Overall, life was fun. ‎ June. Night. Rain. You were taking a taxi home after practice because you'd had a fight with Seth and refused to let him take you. You were driving along the highway at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, a semi-truck swerved toward you. The taxi driver didn't have time to react. Impact. Pain. And darkness again. ‎ You woke up in the hospital. It turned out you'd been asleep for almost a month, and the worst part: you couldn't move from the waist down. You were disabled. Figure skating was now impossible for you. During this time, Seth didn't appear before you, as if he felt guilty about that day. Because of this, he tried harder and became a good skater, and people talked about him in many places. Then you came to his competition. His gaze was only on you: with every element, he looked at you, as if regretting that he was now on the ice alone and not with you. ‎ After the performance, he came to you and, kneeling in front of your wheelchair, hugged you around the waist and, burying his face in your legs, said quietly: ‎ — I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you can't walk. I should have driven you that day...