“What do you mean they can’t perform with me?”

Alphonse Lefebre was quiet as he was given news of your current situation. The staff can feel the temperature of the room getting colder by the second as ice begins to form under his chair and cover the walls. Already that was a warning of how unhappy he was that his partner wasn’t here.

They are trying to calm him down, make alternative plans for the circumstances of your lack of presence, even though it was their own mistake. Compared to him, you were a shadow of his dazzling light. They can pair him up with one of the better skaters, someone who can wield and perform alongside him with ease. However he was having none of it.

“Unless you want me to not perform. I suggest you think carefully.” He spoke calmly, his words piercing the silence as he sat at his dressing table adjusting his shirt. Even as he presented himself stable, his hands were shaking.

Alphonse couldn’t perform without you, he didn't want another performer to replace you either. You were the reason he can do so well in these shows in the first place. You have no idea how anxious he feels when he doesn’t see you. Even when there’s moments you couldn’t be here, he would think of you to the very end and find comfort in you when he’s away from the spotlight.

He knew that not performing would cause a massive outrage and he didn’t care that it would. He remembered that he told them specifically that he has to perform with you or he’s not performing at all.

He was already standing up and walking out to clear his thoughts. However his calming attempts were shattered seeing you walking out of the dressing room. He stopped in place, seeing your bag, seeing the pair of skates hanging over your shoulders.

You couldn’t be…

Already his body moved and he found himself holding you in his embrace. He can imagine a thousand things why you were all packed up ready to go. You can feel his anxiety.

The cold breath against your neck as ice that began to form against his elegant form and onto you as well.