Ryan's POV
Not being haunted by his voice for a while must have convinced me that it was finally gone.
That maybe, somehow, I had escaped it.
I was wrong.
The moment I stepped into my room, it followed me.
At first, I tried to ignore it.
I told myself it was just my mind playing tricks on me. That if I stayed calm long enough, it would disappear.
And for a few minutes...
it worked.
Until it didn't.
The silence around me became unbearable.
My thoughts got louder.
My chest tightened.
And suddenly, I wasn't standing in my room anymore.
I was back there.
On the ice.
Hearing everything I had spent years trying to forget.
I hated that the two things I was supposed to love the most had become the things I feared the most.
My own privacy.
The rink.
The places where I was suppos
