Heartbreak On Ice

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skull like glass. Her voice was hoa

k hair sticking to her damp face. The lights of the psychiatric hosp

. The monitors beeped as the nurses held Varna down while s

n several places. My best friend looking

e she couldn't get enough of it. The one who took me in when I ran away from my parents at eighte

kin grayish, lips dry and cracked.

se of

olden playboy. The one who made her fall for him, then

ages smelled faintly of her favorite coconut shampoo. The ink was

n. Every line where his name pierced like

ied until I co

ise. A promise to

falling for me, then crush him in front of everyone. M

~

three m

try, in Minnesota, at Grentwood

f the metal bleachers, w

tes at my cheeks. My breath fogs

s h

er Ga

naps off his stick in a sharp strike, slamming into the net before the

s third year Sports Science lectures in the morning, hockey prac

vil has horns. Thi

lack hair that stays perfectly tousled no matter how hard he plays. His ice-blu

row looks intentional, like the univers

his sharp jawline perfectly is the reason gir

er his arm. His teammates slap his shoulder, laughing. The girls rush forw

names, dishes out compliments, and

, I'm just a twenty-two year old behavioral science major sketching th

." That's what my father used to say befor

s, his gaze slides over the

t. Like he's so certain I'll

give him the

Then I slip my headphones

no longer focused on his girls. His head is tilted slightl

myself. Tar

ays want what t

. I'm going to en

wea