"I'm his fiancée."
Slow motion, the world around me is moving quicker than I can keep up with.
The cheers.
The noise.
The shouts and chants.
It's all there, but I can't hear any of it.
I stand, staring at her.
She's oblivious to me.
Fuck.
Snap out of it, I probably look like a fish out of water.
That's how I feel, like the world has ridden me of oxygen.
"W-what?" is all I can manage.
She turns to me, smiling, buzzed from the adrenaline pulsing through the arena.
"W-what did you say?" I ask.
"I said I'm his fiancée. Didn't he mention? Silly. I've been away on a business trip the last four months, were getting married next summer," she squeals that last part.
God, I feel like my ears are burning up. I feel like I'm burning up. Oh shit, I can't breathe.
She returns to her chanting, screaming, shouting, cheering, jumping up and down. She's on a high.
So, she should be. We've got this game in the bag.
All I can do is stand, barely, I drop my camera to the chair.
I feel like the world is crumbling underneath me.
I feel betrayed.
Used.
Broken.
I can feel the water filling my eyes.
That's when I catch his gaze, staring straight at me.
He knows.
He knows I know.
I don't even know if I'm breathing anymore. Noise is echoing in my ears, but all I can hear is my heartbeat.
I need to leave.
Now.
"Excuse me," I push past her and jog down the steps.
His eyes still on me, burning into me.
I can't look at him.
I run.
I can feel the tears streaming down my face as I push the double doors open.
Finally, the noise getting distant.
I run through the brightly lit corridor to the group of doors leading to my exit. From here. From him.
I reach the doors and burst through them leaving the blinding lights and stepping into the cold, the darkness.
I feel the rain on my skin as I exit. I can feel the goosebumps on my skin as the cool December air wraps around my summer outfit.
I stop running, unsure if I even was still running and take a breath.
Looking up at the darkness as the rain covers the tears streaming down my face.
I look around. Fuck.
I didn't think this through. My phone, keys, coat, everything. Inside.
I can't run home. I can't call an uber. I can't walk without a coat. I have no money.
I have nothing.
I can feel the darkness around me seeping into my skin. Into my heart. Shattering it into a million pieces. Never to be whole again.
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Love on Ice
RomanceOlivia is an aspiring photographer. She has spent her life dedicated to capturing moments. In her final year at uni she has managed to get a once in a life time job working as the official photographer for the city's ice hockey team. Things are fina...