The Hockey Star’s Remorse

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The nightclub’s vibrant atmosphere pulsed with energy, a symphony of flashing lights and pounding beats that reverberated through the air. Timothy and Ethan were immersed in the rhythmic dance, the pulsating music and vibrant crowd.

For Timothy, this night was meant to be an escape–a chance to shed his worries and immerse himself in the electric fervor of the club. As women swayed and moved around him, their laughter and flirtatious

glances went unnoticed. Timothy’s attention was elsewhere, his mind locked onto an image that gnawed at him like a relentless itch.

Evie’s departure with a mysterious man from the bar had ignited a firestorm of emotions within him. The memory was a poison that seeped through his thoughts, sending tendrils of jealousy and insecurity coursing through his veins. It was an image that had taken root, and he found himself unable to shake

the feeling that he had lost something irreplaceable.

Amidst the dance floor’s cacophony, Ethan’s laughter intertwined with the music in carefree abandon. A woman was in Timothy’s line of sight then, grinding against him. Yet, his gaze remained distant, his eyes haunted by the memory of Evie’s body pressed to his own.

Ethan was watching Timothy closely, occasionally bumping into him to snap him. out of his daze.

Eventually, he leaned in, raising his voice to be heard over the music. “You seem a bit off tonight, Tim. Something on your mind?”

Timothy managed a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just lost in thought, that’s all.”

As the night progressed, Timothy’s energy began to wane. After his last drink, the relentless beat of the music became an exhausting pulse, and he felt the weight of fatigue settle into his bones.

He stepped back from the dance floor, allowing his movements to slow as the exhaustion took hold.

Amidst the crowd’s ecstatic rhythm, Ethan’s silhouette disappeared from view,

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though his voice echoed in Timothy’s ears.

As the music’s tempo swelled, his attempts to maintain his balance faltered. The world around him spun in a kaleidoscope of colors and sound, leaving him disoriented and vulnerable. In the midst of this

woman whose intentions remained

crowd with a purpose, making her way to Timothy’s side. He let her help him into

into his ear, her long nails

its top. For a brief moment, Timothy saw something drop from her hand and into the drink. The liquid began to bubble and fizz up. “What-” Timothy shook his head, not sure if he’d seen that right. The women didn’t wait for the fizz to settle

Cool your

nearly choked as it leaked down his throat. He gargled and nearly spat out the

the music fading into the distance. Together, they stepped out of the club and into the cool

She shove him into

left on his head. His hand

Just like before,”

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the driver’s side and slipped into the seat with haste. The car roared to life, and she gave Timothy one last glance

a gentle glow upon the unfamiliar room. Timothy’s head throbbed with the aftermath of a restless night, his thoughts still shrouded in the fog of confusion. As consciousness reasserted

night hadn’t gone as expected. He had intended to spend the night letting loose and getting as buzzed as humanely possible. Instead, he was lying

by a desire to prove himself, to become the man she could see beyond her fears. But now, here he was, tangled in a situation that seemed worlds away from the

sheets. He gave them a small tug and felt a small resistance on the other side of him, although someone was

lay wrapped in the

But even as the pieces fell

the table and swiped the screen. Ethan’s

others cursing him. out for ditching

the club. How

the woman beside him, her features

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panic coursed through him as he struggled to recall her

of the previous

to stray away from useless night with random women. If anything, that had been good enough to repel the ones looking to link

kind of fan in his most drunken moments. Even then, he’d never gotten that drunk that

cast another look at the woman, who had begun to shift and stretch. She draped a thin arm over her messy hair and let out her own gentle yawn before curling under the

whispered, his voice carrying an edge

stirred,