“Kaulitz! Get your head in the game. Are you just gonna let them score the entire game?” Gesturing wildly in agitation, his coach shook his head- motioning for the boys to take a break. Huffing, Tom slipped off his helmet, running a hand through his hair his eyes drifting off towards the skaters side of the rink

You were there. You were always there. Easily gliding across the ice as if you were made to be on it. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly. But he’s your enemy…