𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗜𝗔

6

Ophelia's POV

Ice. The only place I can feel myself and escape from my "ideal" life.

Since the early morning, I was motivated to try my moves on ice after the accident. I know that it's been only more than two weeks since I got my injury, but there's no way I'm going to stop myself right now.

My wound is better, so there's no reason to be scared. Also, I need to forget about this morning.

I took my ice skates from my backpack and sat down on the seat in front of the rink's entrance to put them on. I was used to putting them on every day, but since it's been some time since I did it for the last time, I struggled a little.

"How can I be so clumsy only after less than three weeks of break?" I blamed myself until I finally put my ice skates on.

I stepped a few necessary steps towards the ice before taking off the plastic part of my ice skates.

I took my first step on the ice following the second one. It was like God's blessing to feel this satisfying feeling of my ice skates sliding the ice again. I was so happy.

I brought my right foot back in next to the left and zigzagged, but my moves were not the same as before. My injured leg was giving me a hard time. It was hurtful like hell to put all my weight on the left side.

I decided to take longer strokes, one foot after the other. Balancing on both sides.

I lengthened my left and right leg, alternating my strides on the ice. I tried to keep my legs as steady as possible, trying to get used to the friction of the ice. When I finally decided that I was stable enough on both my feet, I decided to increase my speed and try one of the easiest moves that I learned as a kid.

I started my right over left-crossovers to give myself some momentum. I dropped my hands which were stretched at the sides before. My legs also went into one line. I lifted my right leg and hand and turned my head over the shoulder to look back. I reached to tap in that x legs position and jumped. I was so ready to land perfectly on the ice, but my left injured leg's muscles were not ready for that. I didn't land on my legs, I slipped and fall onto the ice. I have reached my limits.

"Bravo! Such great moves, Astor!" I could swear I just heard Arden's voice and someone clapping with sarcasm. Still sitting on the ice, I turned at the back and saw him. He was watching me all this time.

"Fuck off" I got on my hands and knees, placed one foot between my hands, and stood up.

"As I see, you're back on ice. There's one problem. You're not as great as before or should I say that you've never been great?" Arden was mocking me. I could see in his craggy face how much satisfaction he felt after watching me fall on the ice.

"Stick your uninteresting opinion in your ass" I skated towards him who was standing behind the glass wall.

"Should I call my friends to watch you making fun of yourself here?" he smirked.

"Do as you wish. I don't care" I shot back at him. I'm not going to give him a chance to see me pissed off at things he says to me. He probably is waiting for me to give up on everything.

"But I believe that your friends are better than you and don't act like a dick all the time" I stared at his brown devilish eyes.

"Did you just call me a dick?" I guess, he's having some hearing problems. I remember him naming a dick a few seconds ago. I made my way toward the exit. I took off my skates after sitting down on the bench and put them into my backpack.

"Ophelia?" someone just called me from the side of the entrance.

"Louis?" this was a guy from a few days ago. He's the only one who still greets me after I became famous for figure skating. We trained together before. It was when we were maybe in the first year of high school. Our coach wanted us to dance together on the ice, but I decided that I wanted to do solo as before. This is how we know each other.