“Those tricks are perfect I’m telling you.”
“Like those are the fastest and smoothest movements I’ve ever seen of a skater.”
“Do you think he knows that he is that talented?”
“That would be obvious.” I told myself, still staring him in so much admiration. “I mean… how could it be otherwise?”
That coldest winter breeze passed again like an old friend coming back after years of indifference. And that was a joke. Like, I mean it. We were too busy improving while the strings got thinner and thinner, proving that time and problems could be scary.
But I supposed this was not the right time thinking about that, for what I got in front of me was — a skater. And he would be my escape. Or a sanctuary.
“Careful not to let him catches you staring in awe.”
I giggled to my own thought, “Will not, I promise you.”
It almost felt like a stalker, unless he was the one who asked me out for skating. And I was standing here from the beginning, purposely just to watch him showing off his skating skill. I could see him smiling most of the time; a smile full of proud and a smile full of mock, I supposed. For we actually went skating, while he knew I could not even skate.
“I mean look at you, standing here with no single moves.”
I did not listen to myself quite a lot this time, for I was busy watching him making some tricks only the skaters do. And the longer I watched, the more I realized that he was the man of my dream; for all he created were only smooth and beautiful moves, as if intending to make my whole concern stuck only on him.
I was being a perfect figurine standing on the ice floor when I started asking to myself again.
“Why am I here?” I told me. “We know ice floor is dangerous, don’t we?”
I did not answer my question as I kept on asking stuff. Could I just be quiet for a little while?
“Isn’t it risky to be on this?”
I kept on telling myself over and over again, but did I even bother to listen? My sight was just looking down where my feet stood and I counted that as an answer. That should keep me from bothering myself by questions.
So what was down there was just an ice floor. Not so regular one for skating because it looked thinner on my side. I wondered how he skated very well without a single fear on this. Was the ice floor thicker on his side? It could be. It might perhaps because he got so used into skating too. But what I learnt was that this floor did crack. It cracked quite a lot around here.
“Come!” he called just as soon as the thin ice made another crack. It had never been a good idea, I knew. I shouldn’t be in this from the very beginning.
So there I was with my feet stood still, frozen by the fear of falling.
FIN
