Fading Away ✅

Chapter Thirty-seven

Blaze's POV
Grinding sound is heard on the snow racing to and fro, hockey sticks clash against each other fighting for dominance over the small puck.
Eyes gaze intently at the players, instructions are yelled out through the rink, curly brown hair that wraps around my finger, light brown eyes that engulfs me, lips that accentuate her beautiful face—

Stop!

Stop thinking about her, she rejected you

"Blaze, focus. The game's about to end", Lucas yells, his voice ringing out on top of the noise surrounding us

"Shut up, I told you I didn't want to come"

He stares at the roaring crowd and quirks an eyebrow at me.

"Forget it", I scowl squeezing my way out of the packed stands and ignoring the groans and complaints from the crowd.

I give the ice rink the last gaze, a stick instantly knocking the puck into the goalpost and I walk out of the swinging double doors, the roaring crowd behind me.

Walking out of the foyer, I look towards the sky giving a discreet salute to a fellow Ice Hockey fan who I know will acknowledge the Ranger's win–Rose

A blast of wind hits me and I take in my surroundings. A white thick blanket of snow covers the sidewalk, loud irritating noises from car horns imitating an off-key choir, and chatter exuding from the many pedestrians on the sidewalk

New York; the city that never sleeps

I pace forward, hands stuffed in my coat's pocket having no destination in mind.
I rub my temples hoping to relieve myself of my raging headache. If there was ever a day I could shut off my feelings, it would be today.
I have been at war with my feelings for the past few days but today has been the worst. It probably has to do with the fact that the hockey game happened today and she was the reason I could go.

Now, I'm asking.
No, I'm pleading for peace and quiet even if it's only a bit of it.
Anger and concern are fighting a dangerous battle in my head and no matter how hard I want anger to win, concern always has a new strategy, ready to strike.

I should be angry, I deserve to be but that irritating feeling of concern keeps playing my words nonstop

If she doesn't want to push, I'll push her along with me

Enough!

I stop, hoping my head heeds the command but another sentence filters through my mind

I can't accept a No with her because if I do then I'm accepting defeat, I'm giving up and I can't give up on her

Exhaling sharply, I brush the thought away and march forward.

That was my former self-talking, I placed too much trust and belief into someone that didn't give me a chance.

So, what is the point?

"What the fuck?", Lucas appears beside me panting with his hands on his knees
"We're you sprinting or am I getting out of shape?"

"Out of shape"

"I shouldn't have forced you to go"

"You shouldn't have"

"We still have what", he says checking his watch

"Two hours to midnight. What do you want to do?"

"Take a walk—alone"

"If you aren't aware, we're in a place neither of us is familiar with and besides, we don't have a car"

I give him a look, someone bumps me from behind