My Red Morph Suit

Box seat 128. That's where you would find us. Just slightly left of center ice. We had become similar to legends, considered famous in the eyes of hockey fans on the home team of the arena. Sure, there were some people who didn't care for us, but no one hated us. They had no reason to. All we did was watch the game in our red morph suits, my buddy and I. We didn't talk. We didn't cheer. We didn't sing or anything. All we did was go through motions.

Of course, I blew it one day after a game we won. A stupid girl my age, with the bluest eyes you could ever imagine, decided to nearly kill herself. Once she heard my voice, she figured I'd be able to tell her everything. The thing is we didn't only do this for fun; some things are more difficult than that. The chick wouldn't go away! Over the next few days, some things happened that I won't even admit to myself.

I broke the code. And in some twisted, unwanted way... it felt like it was worth it.

Love can come in many forms from unpredictable people and places. Even when you scream, "Leave us alone!" your soul mate could be just meters away, saying, "But there's so much more that can be done..."