Aaron Verlice, the charismatic and talented quarterback of the university's football team, has always been known for his precision on the field and his charm off it. But few people know about his secret passion - art. Aaron's sketches and paintings...
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It's a cold winter January, and Me, Blair, and Damon headed to my snowflake's ice skating competition. The venue was filled with the hum of chatter and the anticipation of exciting performances. I, too, was anxious to see her perform, especially to see her expression as she glided across the ice. This is the first time I have been able to see my snowflake since Christmas and the memory of watching her with her ex, still fresh. I wonders what today's interaction would be like, if she'll finally talk to me, or if she will ignore me again.
As we found our seats, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. The last time we spoke was, what felt like, an eternity ago. Would today bring clarity and progress in our strained relationship? My eyes nervously scanned the ice rink, anticipating her entrance, and waiting to see her grace with her elegant ice skating.
"Aaron, calm down," Blair chimes, her voice reassuring. "Her turn is near the end. Plenty of time to get your nerves in order."
I nodded her words but my gaze remained glued to the ice rink, my nerves and anticipation on the rise. My mind wandered over the days of the past, my thoughts a mix of hope and trepidation. I tried to steady my breathing, to quiet the thoughts swirling in my head. How would this go? I asked myself quietly, my fingers fidgeting nervously. In my peripheral vision, I could see Blair and Damon, and I knew they were both watching me. They must be able to tell I was a mess inside.
Damon asked, with a teasing smirk, "Should I go get you something to calm your nerves? I mean, this isn't your first time watching her skate."
The comment brings a hint of amusement in my nerves and I shake my head slightly. "I'll be fine," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... things have been awkward between us."
Damon nodded, his smirk turning sympathetic, as he patted my back. "I understand, bro. It can be hard when things are awkward. But I'm here with you, alright? You're gonna get through it."
I took a deep breath, appreciating Damon's support. "Yeah, thanks. Still a bit nervous I admit. I hope today, we can talk, clear things up." I mutter quietly.
Damon squeezed my shoulder reassuringly, his presence beside me a sense of comfort. "Hey, I'm here for whatever happens, bro. Keep you grounded, remember?"
I smiled gratefully at Damon, feeling a bit better. "Yeah, I know. Thanks man. It means a lot," I murmured, grateful for his unwavering presence next to me.
"Hey, easy there, Don't squeeze the bouquet too tightly. You wouldn't want to give her a ruined bouquet, would you?" Blair's chuckle pulled me out of my nerves, her words a reminder of the bouquet of white roses in my hands.
White roses, my signature gift to my Snowflake before. A symbol of my love and affection, hoping it symbolizes reconciliation today.
I loosen my grip, conscious of her warning, trying not to ruin the delicate flowers in my hands. They were part of my offering, a silent testimony of my feelings for her, and I hoped they'd convey all my emotions better than I could, because words always fail me around her.
