The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 90

Our eyes locked, and for a fleeting second, the world around us seemed to fade. into insignificance. In that suspended moment, it felt as if the universe had conspired to bring us closer, to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. The tension between us crackled in the air, an electric current that held the promise of a connection deeper than words could convey.

| could feel my heart pounding, the erratic rhythm betraying the turmoil within me. The desire to close that distance, to let go of all the inhibitions and give in to the longing that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long, was overpowering. It was a temptation that threatened to consume me entirely.

But just as the tension reached its peak, the voice of reason emerged from the depths of my consciousness. A voice that reminded me of the threat that lay ahead, of the potential risks that could alter everything.

With a soft exhale, | pulled back, my body betraying the desire that raged within me. Timothy’s gaze held a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and something else that | couldn’t quite decipher. It was as if he, too, had been suspended in that moment, teetering on the edge of a cliff.

“| should go,” | murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His face sagged with disappointment, and his eyes fell away from mine. “Yeah, you're right,” he said with a nod, his words carrying a subdued acceptance. “It’s getting late anyway.”

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Timothy accompanied me as | stepped out of the trendy bar, the laughter from indoors still echoing in my ears. With the night breeze brushing against my skin, reality returned with a bittersweet tinge.

He walked me to the curb, his presence suddenly large and all consuming. Hailing a cab, he turned to me, his eyes holding a mixture of regret and understanding. “I had a great time tonight, Evie,” he said softly.

My heart ached at the honesty in his voice. “I did too,” | replied, my voice a whisper. | could still feel my lips buzzing from the close proximity of his lips.

As the cab’s headlights approached, a sense of awkwardness settled over us. The intimacy of the almost-kiss still lingered, a tension that refused to be brushed aside. In that moment, | mourned the loss of what could have been, the fleeting

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connection that we had dared to touch upon before | pulled away.

The cab pulled up to the curb, and I glanced at Timothy, a bittersweet smile tugging at my lips. “I guess this is goodnight,” | said. He nodded, his gaze holding mine. “Goodnight, Evie,” he said softly, his words. weighted.

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With a final smile, | stepped into the cab and settled into the seat. | couldn't help but steal a last glance at Timothy, standing on the sidewalk, his expression one of longing as he watched me through the tinted windows. The cab driver pulled away from the curb, and the distance between us grew with each passing moment. The city lights flickered by, a blur of colors that matched the whirlwind of emotions. within me. The almost-kiss, the shared laughter, the unspoken connection-it was all a tapestry of feelings that | couldn’t quite unravel.

The tears came unexpectedly, a silent stream that flowed down my cheeks. It wasn’t just the weight of the moment that brought me to tears, but the realization. of the depth of what we had both felt, the unspoken words that had hung in the air like a promise.

| wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and sniffled. The ache in my chest had returned in full force, as if my yearning had finally broken free and was threatening to scratch its away through.

The cab ride was long and painful as | suppressed my sobs. When the cab pulled ny sobs. When the cab pulled up to my apartment building, | paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The night air was still, a stark contrast to the storm within my mind.

Inside my apartment, | locked the door behind me, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room: Sinking onto the couch, | let the tears come freely, as the weight of the evening came to me.

My heart ached as | replayed the night, each laughter-filled conversation and stolen glance etched into my memory. Timothy's disappointed gaze haunted me.

As the tears streamed down my cheeks, | couldn’t help but wonder if | had made the right choice. The fear of the unknown, the potential consequences, had held me back from even entertaining the idea before.

| had just wiped away fresh tears when Aria emerged from her room. Her eyes were wild and her smile was wide as she plopped down beside me.

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“Evie!” she cheered, pulling me into a hug. “That interview was amazing. Ugh, you're were practically glowing, and you sounded so professional.”

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Her excitement overwhelming as she launched into a torrent of compliments. about my interview with Carl Plunk. Her words did little to calm my nerves, she seemed to catch on to this quickly enough. Her cheers dimmed, replaced by a genuine concern.

Her voice softened as she released me from her grasp, her brows furrowing as she took in the tear stains on my cheeks. “Evie, what's wrong?” Aria’s concern was genuine, and the gentle touch of her hand on my shoulder made me quiver.

| hesitated, struggling to find the words to encapsulate the chaos within my heart. “Aria, |... | almost kissed Timothy,” | admitted, my voice trembling.

Aria’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a fleeting moment, she seemed lost for words. “You... you did?” she finally managed to say.

| nodded, a heavy sigh escaping my lips as | relived the moment in my mind. “Yes. We were so close, and the tension was there... but | couldn’t do it.”

Aria blinked rapidly. “Evie, you almost kissed Timothy. Are you hearing yourself?” “Yes...” | squinted at her, my mouth pulling into a tight frown.

Aria’s expression shifted from empathy to a mischievous glint, and she grinned playfully. “Are you clinically insane?!? If | were you, I’d have gone for that kiss probably ages ago!”

My emotions were raw, and Aria’s comment struck a nerve | hadn’t realized was so exposed. The fragile barrier | had constructed crumbled.

“Oh please, Aria, spare me the romantic advice,” | snapped, my tone sharper than intended. Aria’s eyes widened in surprise, her playful demeanor replaced with confusion. “Evie, what's wrong? | was just saying that-

“| should be happy? You want to know why I’m not happy? Because | almost crossed a line that | swore | wouldn't!”

She sat quietly for a moment, her hands raised in surrender. “Evie...”

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“No!” | blurted out. “I don’t need romantic advice, Aria. | need you to understand. me for once!”

My chest heaved with each word, the weight of my emotions bearing down on me like a tidal wave. Without waiting for a response, | rose from the couch and retreated to my room, the door slamming shut behind me. Aria’s protests followed me, but | couldn’t face her right now.

Inside the confines of my room, | collapsed onto my bed, my heart aching and my thoughts in turmoil. The tears that had momentarily gone were now flowing freely, blurring the world around me.

Aria’s muffled voice carried through the door, but | let her words fade away. | needed to be alone. | couldn’t be around someone who wanted me to take such a dangerous leap.

She didn’t know him like | did. She certainly didn’t know who he once was.

| nearly jumped when my phone began to ring in my pocket, its shrill tone slicing through the silence. | checked the screen, finding only an unknown number. An unsettling feeling crept over me as | answered the call, my heart racing in anticipation.

The voice on the other end was cold and malicious. “Evie,” his voice dripped with venom, “long time no see.”

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