Ugh, you'll never guess who joined the hockey team. While we were practicing, I noticed a familiar figure walk out onto the ice, his bulky helmet obscuring his face from my view. His impressive skill set became apparent quickly as he glides deftly on the ice, the hockey puck remaining completely in his control as he fended off a flurry of defenders with ease. I felt excitement course through my veins--he was obviously very capable and adept at hockey, unlike some of the other players we have on our team. Finally, someone at my skill level. He never spoke a word throughout the entire game, his silent fierceness resembling a hungry tiger on the hunt.
Somehow, throughout the game, I notice him make a silent gesture in my direction before the puck goes flying in my direction. I could feel my heart pulsating in my chest as my adrenaline sparked--these are the moments that I live for. We play together in sync, weaving in and out of defenders while slapping the puck to one and other without uttering a word between us. It was as if we somehow had an unspoken understanding of how the other would move. After practice ended, I turned to ask my partner for his name, but his platinum blond hair and shocking blue eyes provided all the answers I was looking for. "Never thought I'd see you here, but it's nice to see a familiar face," Amir said with a smirk. I wish I could say the same.
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
