Online, James Calloway was the one I quietly loved and faithfully comforted through every blow in his hockey journey. He thought of me as the person who understood him best, the girl he could trust. Yet in real life, he was icy, condescending, and quick to dismiss my figure skating dream while keeping strict distance between us. I never connected the two—the boy who needed me behind the screen and the hockey captain who pushed me away face to face. By the time he learned the truth, guilt had already shattered him. He searched in vain, endured night after freezing night, and begged for one chance to fix what he broke.
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