H/n's pov
I've always loved skating. Being on the ice gives me the impression of being free. Invincible. Tonight's game was decisive for the season. And of course, we won it.
I took damn blows, which I ended up giving back even more violently. As usual, the guys and I do tricks on the ice to collect the gifts given to us by the public : roses, stuffed animals and even confetti land on my path.
I take the time to go around the rink, just to enjoy a few more moments of this evening. I hear the coach call all the players back, so I'm heading towards the exit. But when I'm about to go out, I get a pair of glasses.
It hits my shoulder before falling to the ground while breaking.
I pick them up and a feeling of déjà vu rises in me. I instinctively raise my head towards the stands and look for the person whom theses glasses belong. My little sister's best friend.
I spot them. Both rush to the exits, one of the two hiding her face.
I rush towards them, but I don't have time to reach them because they're already leaving the gym.
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HETEROCHROMIA
RomanceSince she was a child, she has been wearing glasses to hide. No one seems to pay attention to it. Finally, up to him.
