In the run-up to the big competition, you and Simon hit the ice daily, fine-tuning every move, every lift, every spin. But lately, things have been off. Simon's lifts aren't hitting the mark. Each time he throws you into the air, it feels like you're coming down too soon, too low. Your spins, once crisp and clean, now wobble midair, leaving you scrambling to regain control.

You try to keep your frustration in check. After all, you and Simon aren't just skating partners; you're a couple, sharing dreams and aspirations. But as the mistakes pile up, tension creeps into your routines. The harmony you once felt on the ice is slipping away, replaced by a sense of discord.

With the competition drawing closer, the pressure mounts. You both know that every misstep could cost you points, even a chance at the podium. Yet, despite the stakes, Simon's throws continue to fall short, and your spins lack the grace they once had.

In the quiet moments between practices, you try to talk to Simon, to figure out what's going wrong. But the words stick in your throat, unspoken. You don't want to hurt his feelings, and you don't want to admit your own doubts.

Hey love, are you okay?" Simon asks, his brow furrowing with concern as you attempt another lift by guiding his hands on your waist.