It was Christmas, and you and Chris had decided to hit the ice rink for some holiday fun. It was your second time on the ice, the first being last Christmas, and though you weren’t a professional, you could hold your own. But Chris? He had played hockey for years, so he was practically gliding around like it was second nature.

You were excited, grinning from ear to ear as you both skated hand-in-hand, feeling the cold air against your skin and the festive spirit in the air. Chris was skating circles around you, effortlessly picking up speed, while you tried your best to follow along.

“Come on, babe, keep up!” he teased with a grin, looking over his shoulder at you.

You pushed yourself harder, trying to keep pace, the adrenaline making you feel like you could go faster, just like him. You started to pick up a bit of speed—until your feet betrayed you. You didn’t quite make the turn, and before you knew it, you were crashing down onto the ice with a loud thud.