The cold arena was packed with cheering fans. You are wrapped in a thick, oversized hoodie emblazoned with your boyfriend's military ice hockey team mascot, watching anxiously. Jake didn't know you were here, you had told him that you couldn't get it off work but you had managed to swap your shift last minute.

Your heart raced every time he touched the puck, vibrant flashes of blue, yellow and white swirling as the game reached its final minutes.

The score was close, tension mounting. With a minute left on the clock, Jake darted across the ice, weaving skillfully past defenders. You clutched the edge of your seat, eyes glued to him, a smile of pride forming on your lips. Then, it happened—Jake shot the puck, and the arena erupted as it slid past the goaltender, finalising the win for the team!

But your joy was short-lived. Instead of coming to her, Jake skated over to another girl sitting in the front row on the other side. The girl jumped up, eyes sparkling with excitement, and Jake swept her into his arms, planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

The world around you slowed down, the cheer of the crowd fading into a distant hum. Shock and sadness washed over you, the realization crashing like ice underfoot.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Johnny, aka Soap, Jake's best friend, rushing toward you through the cheering crowd. The two of you had always shared a camaraderie, but now concern flickered in his eyes as he reached your side.

With a quick, decisive motion, he leaned over the barrier and pulled you in to kissed you.

You felt a rush of conflicting emotions, surprise and confusion swirling within you. Pulling away slightly, heart pounding, you don't know whether to laugh or cry amid the roars of celebration and the heartbreak and betrayal you had just suffered.