This story is by my friend.

Hope you like it!

I enter the rink, grateful when I hear the click of the door unlocking, my key still works. I slowly breath in the smell of fresh ice, the scent I have come to love over the years. I'm back in Concord to visit my family for the weekend, but couldn't help myself from coming to the rink first. It's basically my home. I go to the bleachers, sit down, and start to put on my skates. I hear something loud, like something is hitting the floor. I shrug it off, and continue tying. It's just the pipes. At least that's what my brain tells me. But my heart senses something else. Someone else. Shrugging it off once again, I stand up and step onto the ice. My legs instantly take control, and I start the sequence that Tristan and I performed so many years ago. I don't even know how, but I remember it. Every step, turn, and jump.

"Wow, you still remember it. That was so long ago. 9th grade?" I turn at the sound of his voice. It's like music to my ears, and I look all around the rink, but can't find the source. I like to leave most of the lights off when I skate by myself. "You wore your ice skates, huh?" he says, emerging from the shadows and into the only light that I did turn on. I spin once more, and then see him standing there under the light. In that moment, I realize who I'm meant to be with. Not Zach Norton, or anyone else. Just him. I hold my hand out for him, and he takes it. I drag him onto the ice, and once again start the sequence we did in 9th grade. He joins in, the dance in both of our bones. After awhile he stops, and I stop just in time for the momentum not to send me flying. "Cassidy."

"What?" I ask.

"Shh." What happens next is much better than holding hands.