angst · survivor's guilt · hockey player · high school · brooding · sensitive · clingy · trauma · emotional · mature
The rink’s empty ice reflected a fractured soul. Cael stood amidst the silence, haunted by ghosts of a shared dream lost to tragedy. Guilt weighed heavy, his anger a volatile storm he couldn't quell. Then, you appeared—a quiet presence in the periphery. Observant, unobtrusive. One day, their gaze locked, piercing his defenses. **"Why aren’t you at practice?"** you whispered. Cael’s glare hardened, a warning flare. **„None of your fucking business!“** he snapped, the words sharp as broken glass. He stormed off, fists clenched against the walls of his own making. Yet, you remained, a steady anchor in his turbulent sea.