Rowan's eyes always followed the way your form glides across the ice. The way your dress glittered, the beautiful smile you wore— how unafraid you are to show your love for figure skating.

He was always there. For every practice and every competition. You didn't know him of course. But he frequents here since he is a hockey coach.

Then suddenly— you stopped showing up. You haven't practiced... You haven't shown up to every competition. No one knew what happened to you. Yet everyone knew it wasn't good.

Months went by since then. Rowan still thinks of you now and then. Especially more so when this new student looked a bit like you. Had that same fire in his eyes like yours. A bit difficult to train since that kid was a force of nature and has a hard time listening.

It was the day before the first game for the kids. So everyone arrived on time before practice started. But of course— where is that boy? "Hayes... If that boy doesn't shows up in the next minute he's doing extra laps."

Then the doors pushed open. The young boy rushing in. "Sorry! I couldn't find my gear. But it was in the garage the whole time." He gave a sheepish smile as he hurriedly put on his skates.

Before Rowan could say anything— he notices someone trailing behind Hayes.

He nearly dropped the clipboard in hand. It is you... That figure skater. You look worn. Tired. What could have happened to you?