Winter ∞ Waltz

Prologue

Sochi, Russia

The rink was quiet. The audience was focused on one man standing in the middle of the ice rink wearing a black flashy long sleeved shirt, about 5 feet tall and the youngest competitor in the games.

He stood there in the middle of the ice with his eyes closed. Both arms relaxed on opposite sides of him. He lowered his head and offered a soft prayer to the God watching above. This was it. His dream of attaining a medal in the Olympics was just a performance away.

It was now or never.

The music faded in from nothing and soon was loud enough to echo throughout the whole rink. Showing himself proudly with open arms, the young male slid one foot unto the ice and started his routine. His black hair locks flew in the air as he glided above the flattened ice rapidly changing his footwork. Twisting and turning, jumping through the air, and landing gracefully back down. It was his time to shine and he'll show everyone what it was to be free.

Manila, Philippines

The room was quiet. She sat on the living room sofa alone, focused on the television showing the Winter Olympics 2014 figure skating event. It was time to show her support for him even if she's a dozen of miles away.

Even if he doesn't know she exists.

The girl tightened her grip unto the blue pillow wrapped inside her arms as the young man fell down after spinning in the air twice. The young skater went back up on his feet instantly and continued on as if nothing happened. She let out a relieved sigh and loosened her grip on the pillow. The skater's routine ended and she applauded along with the crowd.

"...He's there he just a little bit of refinement"

"Definitely a rising star for the future. Only 17 and competing in your first Olympics is gotta be mind boggling and daunting but great technique and basic technique on the jumps and really he really need to polish..."

She rolled her eyes at the commentator's speculations, how could they say that? It's like telling him that he has no chance of winning a medal! He was wonderful out there! But who was she to argue? She knows nothing about figure skating. Besides he fact that it's an expensive sport and you need to have the figure of a sexy, flexible magazine model. She sighed and stared at his face as the camera panned closer to him with dreamy eyes.

Why did it have to be him that she's crushing on? There are plenty of other reachable guys out there. Easy to pick one up and then dump him in the trash like spoiled milk. But no she won't do that. She can't. She's not your average girly girl type of girl. She acts like guy, dresses like a guy, curses like a sailor and has minimal chances of going out with a guy.

She closed the television set and lied down on her back on the sofa. Closing her eyes in thought, "What are my chances...."