Song: The Love You Left Behind by Michael Schulte
Kierra's POV
I sit nervously playing with the ring on my fourth finger.
It seems so unreal.
I never thought happily ever after existed, but apparently, it does.
Stirring my soup around I stare lovingly at Nathan, who stares back at me.
"Nathan?" A high pitched asks tearing me from my meal.
I stare at her fear in my eyes.
"Amber," Nathan finally states after a long silence.
Clad in tall stilettos and a gold dress that barely covers her ass is Amber.
"Hello, Kierra," Amber says in an overly sweet tone.
Nathan's eyes are staring intently at her, with desire.
I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts.
"Um, Kierra, I'm going to talk to Amber really fast," Nathan states.
I just nod stirring my soup once again.
It feels so wrong.
15 minutes past quickly, and Nathan has yet to have returned.
Shaking my head I slap down a couple of bills on the table, standing up and pushing in my chair.
If wants to hang out with Amber so be it.
I walk around the streets, my feet leading me home.
Not home exactly, but to my old house.
The place where I grew up, the place where I spent hour after hour striving to be success, the place where I met Alex.
I haven't been back to the rink in years.
I guess it brings back too many bad memories.
The pain of losing someone you love, the pain of losing a career, losing everything you've worked for.
Skating was my life, and then one day it was all over.
Because of cancer.
Walking into the locker room I open my old locker, my last pair of skates are still there, along with my old clothes.
Slipping off my dress I pull on a pair of leggings and a jacket.
It feels so nostalgic.
Numbly I make my way to the back rink, secluded and barely used.
I flip on the lights, waiting for the light to illuminate the pristine ice.
And for the first time, I realize I'm not alone.
Because previously, sitting in the darkness is a young man that I watched fail, and then succeed.
It's Vincent Zhou.
He sits on the ice sipping beer from a bottle.
"Vincent?" I ask my voice wavering.
"Oh my gosh, you scared me," Vincent stammers.
I slip on my skates, skating over to him.
"What are you doing?" I question shock flooding through my voice. "You're not supposed to be drinking."
"I'm older than 21 Kierra," Vincent replies his eyes unfocused. "You don't understand."
"Is this about Celina?" I ask my voice scratchy and unfamiliar.
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Second Chance :: Nathan Chen
Fiksi PenggemarWe build our lives on the most unstable things; ice. All of us built our futures, our careers on ice, something that under pressure would crack. And for all of us, it cracked, and we fell through. He thought he was ready. The world thought he was re...
