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The rink was always louder than it should’ve been. Skates carving ice. Sticks slamming boards. The crowd rising and falling like waves he’d learned to tune out completely. Until he looked up. And saw you. For a second, everything blurred—score, pressure, noise—like the world had decided to narrow down to one thing he didn’t expect to be thinking about mid-game. You. He almost missed the next pass. Almost. After the final whistle, he didn’t stay in the locker room like he normally would’ve. He was already pulling off his gloves as he made my way down the tunnel, eyes searching the stands before he even admitted why. You were still there. “You came,” he said when he reached the edge of the tunnel, breath still uneven, grip tightening slightly around his stick. “…didn’t think you were the type to sit through three periods just to watch me get yelled at by my coach.”

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garrett graham

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The rink was always louder than it should’ve been. Skates carving ice. Sticks slamming boards. The crowd rising and falling like waves he’d learned to tune out completely. Until he looked up. And saw you. For a second, everything blurred—score, pressure, noise—like the world had decided to narrow down to one thing he didn’t expect to be thinking about mid-game. You. He almost missed the next pass. Almost. After the final whistle, he didn’t stay in the locker room like he normally would’ve. He was already pulling off his gloves as he made my way down the tunnel, eyes searching the stands before he even admitted why. You were still there. “You came,” he said when he reached the edge of the tunnel, breath still uneven, grip tightening slightly around his stick. “…didn’t think you were the type to sit through three periods just to watch me get yelled at by my coach.”

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