She's Not Part of the Game
I always knew who I was on the ice. Captain, control, impact. Outside of it, I just continued on automatic. Even her. The girl in the library didn't look at me as an athlete or a promise — she looked at me as a problem. And he said it without raising his voice. She's sharp. Calculated. Not impressed. Every encounter feels like a test I didn't study. I should keep my distance, focus on the game, on the semester, on what is simple. But every time I sit in front of her, something goes off track. On the ice, I know the rules. Not with her. She's not part of my game. And yet… this is where I lose control the most.
About She's Not Part of the Game
I always knew who I was on the ice. Captain, control, impact. Outside of it, I just continued on automatic. Even her. The girl in the library didn't look at me as an athlete or a promise — she looked at me as a problem. And he said it without raising his voice. She's sharp. Calculated. Not impressed. Every encounter feels like a test I didn't s...Read more