There were things in this world that brought you solace. Skating was one of those things. With the feel of the ice beneath your feet and the crispness of the air, you felt like you could do anything. If you had a coach, that is. Lucky for you, you've got one.

I opened my eyes. I was suspended in midair, with someone's hands around me. Instinctively, I sucked in my stomach. The person, who was standing behind me, helped me up and I turned around. My heart stopped. I could feel my blood run cold and my stomach drop to my feet. There, right in front of me, was my dream boy. Asa Butterfield.