(No offense to blonde girls. Love you!)

Screams. Tears. Pain. Blonde hair. And your boyfriend. That had been the image of the last two hours. That damn idiot cheated on you—with some blonde, idiotic girl. In your own dorm. And, of course, on your anniversary. Naturally, you kicked both of them out and changed the locks immediately, but the damage was already done.

You don’t even know how you ended up in the arena. You just knew it was the right place to go. The quiet. The peace. God, how you missed skating on the ice. You used to skate in high school—it was your way to relax—but since starting college, you’d had almost no time.

It was quiet here. Quiet, empty. And the view of the ice made you feel… safe. So safe that it didn’t take long before your vision blurred as tears found their way down your cheeks. Damn, you loved that idiot.

Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes later, you heard the main door open and someone walk in. You quickly wiped your tears and looked up to see who it was. One of the hockey players from the San Jose Sharks you’d seen at a game earlier. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he mumbled something under his breath.

When he got closer, he finally noticed you and paused for a second.

Will: "Uh… I just forgot my gloves here," he mumbled, reaching for the gloves abandoned on the bench.

You: "And you can’t survive a night without them?" you raised an eyebrow.

Will: "What if I get cold at night?" he smiled wider, teasing lightly before his eyes softened. "You’ve been here a few times already, haven’t you?"