The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 71

Aria breezed into the room, her usual vibrant energy filling the space. “Evie, you ready?”

I turned to face her, offering a weak smile. “I guess so.”

ng on? You’ve

She arched an eyebrow, concern evident in her gaze. “Hey, what’s going been acting really strange all day.”

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “It’s just… I’ve never willingly gone. to one of Timothy’s games before. I mean, sure, you’ve dragged me to a couple, but this feels different.” Aria’s expression softened, and she crossed the room to stand in front of me. “Evie, you’re his friend now, so showing up to support him won’t be weird at all. Trust me, he’ll appreciate it.” Lucas, who had been sitting on the couch, chimed in. “Aria’s right. And besides, he knows you, unlike his over–the- top fans. You’re genuine.”

I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at their reassurance. Thanks, guys. I know you’re right. It’s just hard to shake these nerves.”

Aria looped her arm through mine, leading me toward the door. “Well, you won’t be alone. We’ll be there with you, cheering him on.”

As we made our way to the stadium, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to step into unfamiliar territory. It wasn’t just about being in a crowd or watching a hockey game; it was about putting myself out there in a way I hadn’t before. My heart raced as we took our seats, the energy of the crowd enveloping us.

The exhilarating roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as I walked alongside Aria and Lucas, my heart brimming with anticipation. We had arrived just in time for Timothy’s hockey game, the only one I’ve been to on my own accord.

With Aria on one side and Lucas on the other, we navigated through the sea of fans, finally finding our seats among the enthusiastic spectators. The ice rink stretched out before us, bathed in the glow of the arena’s bright lights. The anticipation was almost tangible, a charged energy that hung in the air, waiting to be unleashed.

Timothy stood out against the sea of players, his focus evident in the way he moved, his determination etched in his expression. He darted across the ice, his

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movements a dance of strength and agility. My heart swelled with pride as I watched him glide across the ice.

incredible,” I muttered, my

an excited grin. “Told

the excitement around me, I couldn’t shake the lingering unease that tugged at my thoughts. It wasn’t just about being here–it was about confronting my own feelings, acknowledging the undeniable shift that had occurred between Timothy and

found myself lost in my

beat as I glanced toward the tunnel. Sure enough, there he was- Timothy, his hockey gear and sweat–soaked hair a testament to his exertion on the ice. He caught sight of us and flashed a grin, making his way

guys made it!” Timothy exclaimed, his voice

him. “Wouldn’t miss

my nerves still bubbling beneath the surface.

show our support.”

met mine, a warmth in his gaze that sent a jolt through me. “I’m really

of emotions that

And as I

second period began, and I watched Timothy with renewed appreciation. Every move, every play,

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support of Timothy and his team. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but join in the chorus of voices that filled the arena. As the game

her foam finger in the air, disregarding the box of popcorn

stretching his neck, trying to get a good view of the action despite the people standing in front of us. “I still have no idea what’s going

laughed. “Just pay attention to Aria. If she

Lop of her lungs. He

I

crescendo of movement, Timothy broke free from the tangle of players, the puck gliding beneath his control. Time seemed to slow as

seemed to hold its breath before finding its mark. The stadium erupted into a deafening roar, a chorus of cheers that enveloped us like a tidal wave. Aria and Lucas jumped to their feet, their voices joining the cacophony of victory. But my eyes remained fixed on the ice, where Timothy stood with a triumphant grin, his teammates surrounding him in jubilation. My heart swelled with an indescribable mix of emotions, a fusion of pride, joy, and awe. In that moment, it felt as though time had paused, allowing me to

fixed on the players who moved like chess pieces on the ice, strategizing and reacting in perfect harmony. The intensity was almost overwhelming, a rollercoaster of emotions that mirrored the ebb

the final minutes played out, a sense of anticipation settled over the arena like a heavy blanket. The crowd’s cheers grew louder, an unspoken collective hope that hung in the

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