TIMOTHY POV
The ice was slick beneath Timothy's skates as he glided across the hockey rink. The sharp blades of his skates cut through the surface, sending sprays of ice crystals into the air. The arena was alive with the sounds of the game, the thud of sticks against pucks, the clatter of players colliding, and the cheers of the crowd.
But amid the cacophony of the game, there was a deafening silence that echoed in Timothy's heart. He had come to this match with a sense of resignation, knowing all too well what he would find—or rather, what he wouldn't find.
Evie. Her absence hung like a heavy shadow over the arena, a void that seemed to swallow the very essence of the game. Timothy had known that she wouldn't be there, but that knowledge didn't make the emptiness any easier to bear.
