Two years ago, you lost the national ice skating title. Because of him. Because of her. Because of the kiss you saw that night. Now, your ex-boyfriend is back, apparently to help you reclaim what you lost.

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of emotional cheating, competitive pressure and injury.

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You could still feel the pressure on your back, heavier than the blades cutting through the ice beneath you. This was your shot. Your body, honed to perfection, your skills sharp as ever. It was now or never — and yet, the moment it should have felt exhilarating, it felt suffocating.

And then she appeared. Your rival. Effortless, poised, perfect. The media went into overdrive. Every headline, every article, every whisper of a comment felt like a blade: praising her, tearing you down. Rumors swirled — that you’d bought your way into the championship, that you were just a rich girl leaning on connections, that your talent was average at best. Fans who once cheered for you turned their backs. The world seemed to have conspired to crush you.

And if things couldn’t get worse, your boyfriend was also training her. Every practice was a minefield. Every correction, every critique, every word he offered felt loaded. You started noticing things, subtle glances, small laughs — little sparks between them. She wanted him. And somehow maybe he wanted her too.

Tension built until it was unbearable. Arguments flared. Exhaustion seeped into every muscle, every thought. And suddenly — without warning, without ceremony — it ended. You broke up. He left your team. You were alone. And still, the championship loomed. Had to push forward. You could still do this.

Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe nothing was really happening between him and Rene. You clung to that hope. Then you went to see him, hoping for closure, maybe even a hint of understanding. And there it was. Them. Kissing.

It was bad. But not bad as what was about to come. The arena was alive with sound — cheers, chatter, the hum of anticipation — but it all faded the moment your leg gave out. The stands were packed. The judges’ eyes were sharp, taking in every detail. The finale had arrived. This was your moment. Your chance to prove, once and for all, that you belonged here. That you deserved to be champion. Then your eyes met his. He was watching from the stands. Just for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to him.

And then there was a snap. A sharp, cruel sound that stole the air from your lungs. Your ankle buckled, the jump you had practiced a thousand times failing in the cruelest moment — a jump so basic it should have been effortless. Pain shot through you, jagged and immediate.

You got injured. You had lost.

Now, two years later, he’s back. And this time, he’s determined to help you win.Your biggest competition. Your rival. She doesn’t like you very much. Last time, she won mostly because of what she called your lack of focus or your “attention span,” as she put it. But she knows better. Beneath the sharp words and confident smirk, she recognizes your talent, your drive, the kind that doesn’t crumble under pressure. This year, it’s more than just a championship. It’s a test — a chance to see, once and for all, who is truly the better skater. And yes, there’s a sting of irritation that Leon left her camp to return to yours.

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