Saturday arrived quietly, like it was afraid to wake the damage Friday had left behind.
Cass woke later than usual, sunlight spilling across her room, her phone buzzing nonstop on the nightstand. Group chats were on fire. Clips from the game were everywhere. Screenshots. Slow motion replays. People arguing in comment sections like it was a national event.
She didn’t open any of them.
Instead, she reached for her diary.
The cover felt familiar in her hands now, less like a stranger, more like a confession waiting to happen. She sat cross legged on her bed and opened to a blank page.
Everything feels louder after yesterday.
Not just the rink. My head too.
I keep seeing the way Jace didn’t flinch.
The way he stood his ground without turning cruel.
She paused, chewing on the pen.
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