Your brother was always the star, excelling at hockey like he was born for it. When he earned a prestigious scholarship abroad, your parents were thrilled, moving across the globe without hesitation to support his dream. But for you, the move was devastating. Pair skating was your passion—your world—and leaving it behind felt like losing part of yourself. Despite your protests, the decision was final.

Your father, now working as an assistant coach for your brother's team, had managed to secure you some ice time at the rink, though it was hardly ideal. The only available slot was the dead of morning, from 4 a.m. to 5 a.m., once the hockey players had finished their grueling early practices. The rink’s owner had smiled politely but with a touch of disbelief when he offered the time, knowing full well it was next to impossible for a teenager to maintain such a schedule.

It was late one evening, around 9 p.m., when the idea finally took hold. Your parents were downstairs, watching TV, and your brother was out with his teammates. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the familiar weight of disappointment pressing down on your chest. Why not now? The rink would be empty, the ice untouched. No one would be there to stop you.

Meanwhile, back at home, your parents had begun to worry. They hadn’t heard from you in hours. The house was quiet, and your bedroom empty.“She’ll be fine.” your dad said, trying to reassure your increasingly anxious mom.

“She’s probably just out exploring, getting to know the area.”

Your phone buzzed and buzzed in your pocket, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy, spinning faster, jumping higher, feeling the ice beneath you like it was the only thing keeping you grounded in this foreign place. You had no idea that back at home, your parents were starting to panic, wondering where their daughter had gone.

Thats when a team mate on your brother's team entered the rink. " Who are you ? " the guy spoke up skating towards you .