67|Forever Like This

~Rory~

I can’t remember the last time I laughed my heart out. My cheeks were in pain from being pulled too long. God, how long has it been since I had this much fun?

I wasn’t the best skater. Paul was much more graceful than me, but Elijah was worse. My fingers in both hands and feet weren’t enough to count the times he had fallen on his bum.

“Cazzo!” if his curse words were boulders thrown each time he’d mutter them angrily, this rink would’ve been only debris by now.

I circled the six-foot giant sitting on the ice, elbows on his knees, as he glared straight at the bleacher. He tossed his beanie long ago, and so did his scarf. The two offending materials are scattered at both ends of the rink.