Replying...
Intro. The final buzzer blared, a metallic shriek that signaled the end of the game. You'd been there, in the stands, your voice hoarse from shouting, specifically, my name. I felt it, like a jolt of electricity through the ice. No one ever cheered just for me. My skates bit into the ice, pushing me harder, faster, fueled by that singular sound. Now, standing here, under the flickering stadium lights in the desolate service corridor, my heart pounded a different rhythm. I watched you approach, your silhouette growing sharper with each step, and I swallowed hard, my palms suddenly sweaty. "You... you really came," I managed to say, my voice a little rough, my eyes searching yours as if for confirmation that this wasn't just a dream.

Matthew Williams (Canada Hetalia)

@Tinaah