Daniela's POV
I opened the door, only to find Ondrej standing there with a bouquet of roses.
"Take me back?" He asked, his eyes sincere.
His smile melted my heart, but I didn't want to show weakness just yet. I wanted him to beg for my forgiveness.
"Look," I started, grabbing the flowers from him, "It's a beautiful gesture, but I'm just not so sure about us..."
I brought the flowers to the kitchen, and I heard footsteps following me.
"Please," he begged, spinning me around to face him. "Give me another chance, I swear I'll make it up to you."
I glued my stare to the ground, until he tucked a hair behind my ear. I looked up into his sad, begging eyes.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered in my ear.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I pressed my lips to his to shut him up.
He wrapped his arms around my waste, while I ran my hands through his hair.
He pulled away suddenly, "So, does this mean you're not mad?"
I nodded and bit my lip, pulling him back towards me. For awhile, he seemed slightly hesitant, but eventually he grew more comfortable around me.
"Did you want to watch a movie?" I asked, holding his hands.
He smiled and shrugged, "Whatever you'd like to do, beautiful."
I looked down at the ground, hoping he wouldn't notice me blushing. I then pulled him into the living room and sat him down on the couch.
I sat next to him after throwing in a random movie. He held me close, causing me to get a big whiff of his cologne. It made me very tired.
I watched a few minutes of The Hangover, and rested my head upon his shoulders. My eyes began to shut, until I was completely asleep.
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Ondrej's POV
Daniela's quiet laughter came to an end almost as soon as her head rested upon my shoulder. I looked down at her sleeping face and smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"You're beautiful," I whispered, wishing she'd actually hear me.
The soft smile on her face made my heart flutter, and the way she snored quietly made butterflies in my stomach.
I couldn't believe it; I was almost sure I was already in love with her.
The thought made me smile. And slowly, but surely, I joined Daniela in her slumber.
I woke up the next morning, freezing cold. It was already nine in the morning, and practice started at ten.
I knew, this time, I couldn't miss practice. Not this time. Not for no reason.
I looked over at Daniela's sleeping face and smiled, slowly and quietly sliding from her grasp. I then placed a kiss upon her forehead before heading off to practice.
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"Hey," Andrew greeted me, quietly. It looked as though we were the only ones here.
"Hi," I responded hesitantly.
Andrew took a deep breath in before continuing. Before he even spoke, I knew what he was trying to say.
"Where were you yesterday?" He asked, cautiously.
"I had a headache," I lied, "I didn't even feel like getting out of bed."
He nodded his head, indicating he was listening to everything I was saying, but he still didn't look convinced.
"Pretty believable?" I asked, knowing he wasn't convinced, anyways.
"Sure," he shrugged, standing up, "But I'm not the one you need to convince."
Before I could say another word, the guys began piling into the locker room; many of which greeted me briefly.
I began putting on my gear, then, when I felt a presence beside me.
"How was your night last night?" Michael asked cautiously, making the situation awkward.
"Not bad," I looked up from tying my skates. "Daniela really is a sweetheart."
"Look," he started, leaning back in Michael Al Montoya's stall. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole the other day."
I shrugged it off.
"It's fine," I shook my head, "Do I look like I'm mad?" I asked, smiling.
I stood up then, and made my way to the ice without another word.
I wasn't mad at all, really. After the night I spent with Daniela in my arms, I had totally forgiven the world; Michael, fate...
...Even Anna.
When I was with Daniela, I didn't miss Anna as much.
Although, I still couldn't muster up the courage to change my phone background. It remained the same... For two years, it was always that picture of Anna and I that I loved so much.
Whenever I was alone or feeling down, I'd always take a look at Anna's smiling face on that screen, and realize why I was still here today.
And that was something no one could take from me - not even Anna.
I was finally in a good place; I had my starting position back, and a woman who loved me.
The two I've always wanted in life, and I was lucky enough to have it twice.
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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..."