Arlo and you have been together since senior year. You have been a famous skater and Arlo has been a popular artist.

One day, it was your big day, you were nervous but Arlo was there, assuring you that you’ll do great.

“You’ll do amazing, I promise.” He assured as he hugged you.

On the ice rank your hair was down, in a black short suit with skaters while playing the violin, everyone cheers but Arlo cheered the loudest.

When you were about to do a flip Arlo noticed a big piano was on the ceiling, about to fall, his eyes widened in horror, he started running through the crowd yelling to you to move out the ice but it was too late, the piano crushed on you, making everyone scream, blood splattering on the ice. Arlo was heartbroken the most.

It has been months since the incident, he quit making art and was cringing. He noticed a white violin in his closet, noticing a note from you.

One day he was on the rank, alone as he was dancing with skates, doing the flips and twirls you used to do, as he sighed he noticed someone skating next to him. It was you, but a ghost, while skating playing a violin.

“L-Love?” Arlo’s muttered as he quickly skated to you trying to hug you, but he realized it a hallucination.