No love,Just hockey(...until there is love)
sn't re
g Ivy out. Not even the way her voic
every go
skate lace she yanked too hard before the presser. Her place is a mess-gear dumped by the door, the reek of liniment
the living room like she's still in the penalty box with too much
ssed
clippings, fire emojis, teammates saying damn
now what yo
n't. Not
girls like Liza swallow their trauma just to keep a jersey. Tired of seeing Ivy fuckin
st
nd over h
n't say a fu
t like she'll break it. But enough t
o the floor
complicity, and Rey knows how silence works-how it eats you alive. Ho
our twist in her stoma
rolls
w is tr
avarroUn
cut with slo-mo footage of Ivy skating off the
dol becomes
t Rey's face-mid-sentence, ey
care when it was her
post. Blinks. He
t know who to trust. And by the time she'd found out, the girl
ve said som
di
els like her rage toda
was for
skin feels raw, but nothing washes off the burn under her r
go to voic
me, she
before she can say hello.
owel wrapped around her, steam curling
just became the face
's gotta
th wine and a PR crisis. "I get it. I do. But the league's already call
t apolo
use. "They want you to do
zes. "Wi
know
answer. Does
w and dangerous. "You think I'm gonna stand next
, side by side. United front. 'Strong wo
rp and bitter.
accountable and she listened. She learns, y
a fucki
. "And this league doesn't forgive
hang
e's wrong. But be
t, she ca
practice. Her TV plays an old game on mute-one of Ivy's, of course. Hig
ays pissed Rey off. To
perf
smelled like chlorine from the pool where they'd crashed an afterparty-there was something infu
mmer wind in her hair, and Ivy kissed her back l
how much s
een, that old spark igni
't just a personal failing
done playing n
eep around 3 AM. Her
wn Nu
s it over, and a
g in her gut
she says, v
"I didn't know
up fast
sn't slept either. "I just-I needed you to know
t's what you're calling
. I didn't think anyone would believe I cared. I fucke
u d
kno
ngs heavy. Rey
?" she asks, quieter now
ts. "I thought if I push
t's not kind. "We
erved
ight yo
reath catches on the
ice softens against her wil
unds like a truth she hates. "I thi
ays n
y," Ivy a
er, Rey be
pisses her o
gets a second call.
aky. "Thanks fo
"You didn't
d it. I didn't th
ief. Guilt. It m
ill
ould be
, Rey's phone buzzes a
Ra
he reconciliation th
es at th
licker in her mind-r
tead, s
to call you ou
v
e
e ice under their feet