>Sebastian
Hockey is a serious sport. Emotions are pushed to the extreme on the ice. Words are said, whether they are meant or not. Insults, taunts, and even threats. I was taught from a very young age to get control over those emotions, to lock everything down on and off the ice.
People aren’t born cold and unfeeling. They are broken down by other cold and unfeeling people until they don’t know how to be anything else. I felt. I felt on the ice. I felt whispers of freedom when breaking away and chasing a puck toward the net. I felt satisfaction when the lamp lit up and the crowd cheered. I felt irritation when someone dared go near my goalie. I felt rage when someone got the better of me.
I thought I had felt with the women I dated before, too. I thought I could find the feelings
