Noah's POV – The Woman I Never Forgot
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Noah Callahan had played in front of twenty thousand screaming fans.
He had skated through broken ribs.
Scored game-winning goals under impossible pressure.
Faced with hostile crowds, ruthless reporters, and championship-deciding shootouts.
None of it compared to seeing Emma Hayes again.
The moment she'd walked into the media room, his world had tilted.
And he still hadn't recovered.
The locker room buzzed around him.
Teammates joked.
Equipment clattered.
Coaches discussed practice schedules.
Noah heard none of it.
All he could see was Emma.
Five years.
Five damn years.
And somehow she was even more beautiful.
Life had softened nothing.
If anything, it had made her stronger.
More confident.
More breathtaking.
The girl he'd fallen in love with had become a woman capable of stopping his heart with a single look.
"Captain."
Noah looked up.
His teammate, Ethan Murphy, dropped into the seat beside him.
"You okay?"
Noah grabbed a water bottle.
"I'm fine."
Ethan laughed.
"That's the biggest lie you've told all year."
Noah remained silent.
Unfortunately, Ethan knew him too well.
"Who was she?"
Noah nearly choked.
"What?"
"The brunette journalist."
Damn.
Apparently his reaction hadn't gone unnoticed.
Ethan leaned forward.
"The second she walked in, you looked like somebody punched you."
Noah unscrewed his bottle.
"Drop it."
"Oh."
Ethan's grin widened.
"It's serious."
"Murphy."
"You loved her."
Noah's hand tightened around the plastic bottle.
The bottle cracked slightly under pressure.
Ethan's smile disappeared.
"Whoa."
Silence settled between them.
Then Noah looked away.
Toward the lockers.
Toward the championship banners hanging from the ceiling.
Toward anything that wasn't the truth.
But the truth came anyway.
"I still do."
Ethan stared.
Noah never talked about his personal life.
Ever.
The team knew better than to ask.
There had been women.
Dates.
Rumors.
Public appearances.
But none of them mattered.
None of them had been Emma.
None of them could be.
Because Noah had never truly moved on.
How could he?
The woman he loved had simply vanished.
One day she'd been planning a future with him.
The next she'd been gone.
No explanation.
No conversation.
No goodbye.
Just silence.
Years of silence.
And no matter how hard he'd searched, he'd never understood why.
After practice ended, Noah retreated to his office.
It was one of the few places in the arena where nobody bothered him.
He closed the door.
Locked it.
Then sat behind his desk.
For a long moment, he simply stared at nothing.
Then he opened the bottom drawer.
Inside sat a small black box.
The same box he'd carried for five years.
His chest tightened.
Slowly, he lifted it out.
Opened it.
The diamond ring sparkled beneath the office lights.
Untouched.
Unworn.
Waiting.
The ring he'd bought when he was twenty-four.
The ring he'd planned to give Emma after winning his first championship.
Back when forever seemed possible.
Noah picked it up.
Memories crashed into him immediately.
"You're staring again."
Emma laughed from across the diner booth.
Twenty-two years old.
Bright-eyed.
Beautiful.
The love of his life.
Noah grinned.
"I can't help it."
She rolled her eyes.
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm in love."
Her cheeks turned pink.
His favorite color on her.
Noah reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
The action felt natural.
Effortless.
Like breathing.
Like home.
"Marry me someday."
Emma laughed.
"Noah."
"I'm serious."
"You don't even have a ring."
"I'll get one."
Her smile softened.
The kind of smile that belonged only to him.
"Someday."
Noah kissed her knuckles.
"Someday."
The memory vanished.
Leaving him alone.
Again.
Noah closed his eyes.
Five years later and it still hurt.
Not less.
Not differently.
Just constantly.
A wound he'd learned to live with.
His phone buzzed.
The screen lit up.
His mother's name appeared.
He answered immediately.
"Hey."
"How was media day?"
Noah sighed.
His mother instantly noticed.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"That sigh."
He rubbed his forehead.
"Mom."
"You saw her."
Not a question.
A statement.
Noah leaned back in his chair.
"How did you know?"
"Because you've sounded miserable for five years."
Fair.
Painfully fair.
Silence stretched.
Then she asked softly,
"How is Emma?"
Noah swallowed.
Beautiful.
Successful.
Everything she'd ever dreamed of becoming.
"I don't know."
"You talked to her?"
"Briefly."
"And?"
Noah stared at the ring.
The future he'd lost.
The life he'd almost had.
"She hates me."
His mother sighed.
"Noah."
"She does."
"Did she say that?"
"No."
"Then stop assuming."
He laughed humorlessly.
"She looked at me like I was a stranger."
The words hurt more than he expected.
Because that had been the worst part.
Not the anger.
Not the tension.
The distance.
The emptiness.
The absence of recognition.
As if everything they'd been no longer existed.
His mother was quiet for several moments.
Then she said,
"If she truly didn't care, she wouldn't look at you at all."
Noah frowned.
"What does that mean?"
"It means hurt and love are cousins."
The statement settled heavily between them.
His mother continued.
"People don't spend five years angry at someone they never loved."
Noah stared out the window.
Snowflakes drifted beyond the glass.
The city stretched beneath him.
And somewhere inside it was Emma.
Closer than she'd been in years.
Yet still impossibly far away.
That evening, Noah should have gone home.
Instead, he found himself sitting alone in the empty arena.
The lights were dim.
The ice gleamed beneath the overhead fixtures.
Silent.
Peaceful.
This had always been his sanctuary.
The one place where life made sense.
But tonight, even hockey couldn't quiet his thoughts.
His phone buzzed again.
This time it was social media.
An article notification.
Emma Hayes.
The headline displayed beneath her name.
Noah clicked before he could stop himself.
The article filled the screen.
It was about him.
About the championship race.
About the season.
Professional.
Objective.
Brilliant.
Exactly like Emma.
His chest tightened.
Then he noticed the byline photo.
A smiling Emma.
Confident.
Accomplished.
Happy.
And suddenly a question he'd avoided for five years rose to the surface.
Had she found someone?
The thought hit harder than any body check he'd ever taken.
Because while Emma had been building a life...
Noah had been waiting.
For answers.
For closure.
For her.
The realization was humiliating.
But true.
He'd never stopped waiting.
Never stopped hoping.
Never stopped loving her.
A noise echoed behind him.
Footsteps.
Noah turned.
A television screen mounted above the arena had automatically switched channels.
A sports network.
An interview.
Emma appeared on-screen.
His breath caught.
The universe clearly hated him.
She was discussing playoff predictions.
Professional.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
The camera loved her.
Everyone probably did.
Noah stared.
Unable to look away.
The same way he'd stared at her five years ago.
The same way he always would.
Then Emma laughed at something off-camera.
And Noah felt the familiar ache spread through his chest.
Because he'd once been the reason for that laugh.
And now he wasn't.
The thought nearly broke him.
As the interview ended, Noah rose from his seat.
His reflection stared back at him from the dark glass.
A championship favorite.
A superstar.
A millionaire.
A captain.
Yet somehow none of those things mattered.
Not when the only woman he'd ever wanted stood on the other side of a wound neither of them knew how to heal.
And for the first time in years, Noah found himself wanting something more than a championship.
He wanted the truth.
Because somewhere inside him, a quiet voice refused to die.
A voice whispering that Emma hadn't left because she stopped loving him.
A voice insisting something about their breakup had never made sense.
And now that she was back...
He intended to find out why.
No matter what it cost him.
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