Is This Right..?

No...

     Miro's POV

     I walked into the locker room for our first game. I got a pit in my stomach as I walked in. There sat Skyler. She was in her padding and sitting clearly zoned out. I smiled to myself. I want her. I took a deep breath and went over to put my gear on. I got suited up as Coach talked to us. 

     We slid onto the ice nervously for the first period. I took a deep breath. The puck was slapped over to Sky and she took off like she always does. She took a wrist shot and I smiled as it went into the goal. We hugged and I felt Skyler gently push my off. 

     After the game I went up to Sky in the parking lot.

     "What do you want?" She asked.

     Skyler's POV

     "Can we talk?" He asked.

     "We've gone this far without having the conversation I know you're trying to start," I crossed my arms. 

     "Come on. We can't stay hating each other..." I said softly.

     "This." I pointed to the two of us. "Is not happening again."

     "Please, can we talk about this? We used to love each other. You gave me the feeling of content. Why did things end?" 

     "They ended due to our fighting. Constantly. I loved you. I really did. You were my everything. But it ended. I couldn't take it anymore. It was all just fight, beg for forgiveness, and then make-up s*x. I gave you my everything. But it hurt. It hurt seeing the way you looked at me when we fought. We were fake in public. The smiles, the gentle kisses, and just looking like nothing was wrong! I wanted happiness. I didn't get happiness from our relationship. I only felt grief. You act like everything was ok when we ended our relationship. It wasn't. We were physical in fights. All our bruises we claimed came from hockey that came from fights that went too far. I can't do that again..." I said walking towards my car. He followed me.

     "I can't live without you. I want to make it up to you. Can you give me another shot? One date night. Let me take you out. Or you can come over to my place. How does dinner made by me sound? Then we can watch a movie and cuddle until we fall asleep?" He offered.

     "No..." I said.

     "Please," He pulled me into his arms. I couldn't help but smile and blush.

     "No," I sighed.

     "I hear hesitation. Plus even in the dark I see when you are blushing. I love you," He smirked.

     "It's over, Miro. You need to learn to get over me," I pushed him off of me.

     "No, I can't," He softly shoved me off. 

     "Too bad," I got into my car and drove home. I can't fall for him.