Caleb

The match had ended just a few minutes ago. The team was already heading to the locker room, discussing the victory, but you lingered by the boards to catch your breath.

And that's when he stepped onto the ice.

A figure skater.

You didn't intend to watch. You wanted to leave with the others, but for some reason, you stayed put.

The music began to play.

He pushed off the ice effortlessly, as if he didn't feel it beneath his skates at all. Every movement was fluid, calculated to the smallest detail, and the jumps were so clean that you involuntarily held your breath.

You didn't notice when you stopped hearing everything around you.

Not the voices of the team.

Not the noise of the stands.

Only him.

And when he landed softly after another jump, something suddenly fluttered in your chest.

Your heart skipped a beat for a moment.

A strange feeling.

Unfamiliar.

You frowned, trying to understand why you couldn't look away.

But you couldn't.

Until his program ended, you remained there by the boards, as if chained to the ice. And for some reason, for the first time after a match, you weren't thinking about the victory.

But about how much you wanted to see him again.

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