"I love you so much," Michael mumbled through a kiss he placed on Nicola's cheek. I had just woken up, and walked in on their PDA in the middle of my kitchen.
Although, Nicola was making pancakes.
"Oh," Nicola grinned, holding up a spatula towards me, "Morning, Ondrej!"
"Morning," I muttered, still bitter from their early morning lovey-dovey crap. I ran my hands through my messy hair.
"I made pancakes!" She cried, turning around to fill my plate with a few steamy pancakes.
"Thanks," I said, groggy. I placed my chin upon my hand, and began stuffing my face with flapjacks.
I watched, as Michael and Nicola whispered something to one another.
It was about me, I could tell.
I was sure they were discussing how to bring her up. If they ever do, I dread that day already.
"You say it," Nicola pressed, raising a brow at Michael.
"No way!" He whisper-yelled, "Ondrej's my best friend... I can't do something like that to him. Besides, you were Anna's best friend. You mention something!"
I stood up and walked over to the sink, near Michael and Nicola. I put my plate in the dishwasher.
"I'm going to the rink," I said randomly, throwing my hockey bag over my shoulder. And as I had just about made it through the door, I paused, and turned back to face them.
"Oh," I started, "And I've moved on."
It was then, that the door slammed behind me.
I just needed somewhere to get away, you know? As much as I wanted to be over Anna - and believe me, I really wanted to - I just couldn't. She was my one true love, but I still couldn't let Michael and Nicola see me dwelling over her.
Everyone told me I needed to move on; my mother, step-father, sister, and eventually Michael and Nicola. Even I wanted myself to move on.
She's gone now, and I'm still here. I can't let her memory keep me from living my life.
Plus, she had already accused me of cheating, so doesn't that pretty much classify us as exes?
I arrived at the rink, and was greeted by the usual staff. Luckily, training camp wasn't for a few days, so I had time to practice by myself, and with a few of the other early-comers.
"Is it alright if we line up and take a few shots?" Blake and Andrew asked, awaking me from my daze. I nodded and returned to my stance.
I had managed to stop most of their shots, missing the occasional one.
As Blake and Andrew began to clear the pucks from the net, I decided to take a skate around the rink. To clear my head, I guess.
With only having taken two laps, the thoughts began flooding back to me instantly.
Just two years ago, I could've looked out at the benches, and seen Anna.
Just two years ago, I could've looked out at the benches and seen Anna's smiling face, supporting me from the behind the glass; waving and laughing along with the other guy's wives and girlfriends.
Those were the thoughts I was afraid of. Even if she was still alive today, she probably would've left me two years ago...
...After she accused me of cheating.
If only she knew; if only she knew how much I truly loved her.
Somehow, for some reason, a tear managed to slip down my cheek. I lifted my mask up and quickly wiped it away.
I didn't want to feel this way anymore, I didn't want to feel the pain anymore.
I didn't want to love Anna anymore.
I needed to be at peace with the whole situation. I can't love Anna anymore.
I can miss her forever and always, but I just can't dwell upon her any longer...
...I'm here, she's not. And I just have to accept that.
I looked up briefly and smiled.
Suddenly, I'd never felt more at peace.
It was then, that I headed straight home.
I was at peace.
Once arriving there, I was greeted briefly by a cuddle-fest - brought to me by Michael and Nicola, of course - though, I just completely ignored them and headed straight to my room for a quick nap.
And for a split second, I could've sworn I wasn't alone.
I fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow...
"Anna, I'm home," I called from the front door, slamming my suitcase down.
"Anna?" I called once more, frantically searching the house.
I found her, upstairs in our bedroom.
She was... Alive.
"Oh, Ondrej, uh..." She stared at me blankly, until her eyes grew suddenly cold and dark.
"W-what are you doing with my things?" I asked, cautiously.
"...You're leaving, Ondrej," she said, simply, zipping up the suitcase full of my clothes.
"Anna," I cried, "What? Why?"
I approached her in a few simple strides, caressing her face in my hands, until she slapped them away. I backed off almost immediately.
"We're done, Ondrej," she explained, "I know you've been talking to other girls online."
"I'd never-"
"Oh, yeah?" She pressed, "then explain to me who you were Skyping awhile back!"
"I was talking to my mother," I retorted through gritted teeth, growing mad myself.
"Ondrej," she sighed, "You need to leave."
"Anna..." I begged, to no avail.
She handed me my things, and lead me straight for the front door. I turned to face her.
"Can I just say one thing?"
She nodded once.
"Anna, you have to know - deep down - that I would never do something like this to you," I began, "You know I-"
It was then, that she slammed the door on my face. I thought about knocking, but it was no use.
"...You know I love you too much to do something like that..."
Suddenly, everything went dark...
...I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart beating like mad.
"It's just a dream, Ondrej," I told myself as I headed straight for the front door.
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Two Years Later || Book II
Fanfiction"You don't understand!" Ondrej shouted. "Yes, I do, Ondrej." Michael stared blankly at him. "I get it, you miss her... But, it's already been two years. I think it's time for you to move on..."