I clutched the phone, tears welling up in my eyes. I thought he was getting better. He told me so. He told me that my skating, my songs, my story.. was making him feel better. He even told me that his doctor said that his depression was lessening by the minute.
But it was all a lie. He was just doing what he usually does best; make everyone around him feel happy so they wouldn't feel what he felt.
He did was an idiot would do. Then again, how would I understand?
"Elliot, you're up. Elliot?" My coach, Celestino, walked towards me with a worried expression. "Are you.. crying? This isn't the time for that. You can't buckle under pressure now, everyone's rooting for you, okay? It's the Grand Prix Final, and your last year in the youth division. Don't you want to inspire people like you always say?" I've always said that I'd want my skating to influence other lives positively. I wanted other people to see how great life is, to feel the joy that I feel on the ice.
"...But what's the point?" My right hand that held my phone fell to my side as I mumbled those four words.
"What? I can't hear you over these roaring crowds!" He said, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance; an attempt at encouraging me.
"It's nothing." I said, wiping my tears off and putting on a big smile, "Just thinking over a few things, that's all."
Celestino hesitated, "...All right. Now, go show them what you're made of!"
"Mhm!" I said with a small smile and a nod, handing him my phone.
Approaching the ice, I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. My white and blue outfit reflected numerous, diminutive sparkles. Wavy, rose blonde hair cascading down my back - some of it tied and braided back in a ponytail with white ribbon. Placing both of my hands on the adjacent short walls, I pushed off and onto the ice.
~Credit to Lulybot for the art!~
[Please do not copy or reproduce my story without my permission. Thank you, and enjoy Motivational Butterfly.]
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.