꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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Hana barely managed to regain her balance after performing a simple warm-up pirouette, thus avoiding colliding with the ice on her first axel of the evening. The training session separating her from a well-deserved weekend wasn't off to a great start, and the ice skater could only rejoice in the fact that her coach hadn't arrived yet. She would probably have noticed her obvious lack of application, and the young woman could definitely live without hearing that. She was well aware that her quadruple axel was not perfect, and that she was still a long way from mastering a quintuple. No need to remind her.
Her week had been interminable, and the last thing Hana wanted to do was skate for two hours. She was tired and unfocused, two good reasons that were - according to her - more than enough to skip her training. But with her grandmother's threats still hanging over her head, the young woman had no choice but to be patient and hope that her coach would be a tad more forgiving than usual.
As always when she came for private lessons, the rink was closed to the public, and the ice was resurfaced just before the end of her last school classes, so that the surface would be impeccable. Given her family's track record, the question of privatizing this space hadn't even been raised; it was obvious to everyone that Hana needed to have the whole rink at her disposal so she could make the most of it. We wanted the best for the young prodigy that she was, and we made sure we got it. Simple as that. Hana couldn't even remember the last time she'd skated with other people who'd come simply for the fun of it. She was always alone, with the reverberation of her music and skate blades against the ice for company. She'd gotten used to it.
About ten minutes later, Hana saw, out of the corner of her eye, a figure approaching the edge of the rink. Accustomed to the fact that it was just her coach - the public weren't allowed during these sessions, as the sign posted at the entrance could attest - the skater didn't bother to linger. Instead, she concentrated solely on finishing her routine and getting her posture right, so that her first interaction with her coach wouldn't be one of those acid reviews.
Hana performed a quadruple axel, and the shadow of a smile came to her lips as she realized it was perfect. She'd been practicing this trick for years, and the times she'd managed it so well weren't as numerous as she'd hoped. A feeling of satisfaction filled her, and Hana turned her head towards her coach to see what she thought. Except that, instead of her trainer's usual strict face framed by platinum-blond hair, she was surprised to find someone who didn't fit that description at all. Someone younger, with hair as dark as night and eyes as clear as spring water. Someone she never thought she'd find here again, or at least not today.
More than one question swirled around in Hana's head as she made her way to the gate allowing her to leave the ice. She didn't understand what he was doing here, but she was certain that his presence was no coincidence. The young woman was firmly convinced of this. She had a hunch that he knew perfectly well she'd be here, yet she'd never given him the slightest hint that she had anything to do with skating. He didn't even know her name. How could he guess anything ?
