My Hockey Alpha



The sight of Matt and Enzo embracing warmed my heart. Their friendship was one of those rock-solid connections, deep and unwavering. They were more like brothers than mere friends. Standing a little way off, I took a moment to appreciate the bond they shared, and the beauty of such relationships.

I decided it was best to give them their moment, so I turned on my heels and made my way back inside. The cacophony of the party seemed muted to my ears, as if I was experiencing everything from within a bubble.

As I wandered around, taking in the faces of friends and loved ones, I was suddenly gripped by a strange sensation in my stomach. A sudden wave of nausea washed over me, and I felt my head spin.

I quickened my pace, pushing through the crowd, my hand pressed over my mouth. The bathroom seemed miles away. When I finally reached it, I barely had the strength to lock the door before I was throwing up into the toilet. For a moment, I sat there, my head resting on the edge of the bowl, wondering what on earth had happened.

"It must have been something I ate," I muttered to myself, even though I had barely nibbled on anything. "Or maybe that one drink was too strong?"

After splashing some water on my face and taking a few deep breaths to steady myself, I felt considerably better. The sickly feeling had ebbed away, replaced by a light-headed sensation that wasn't altogether unpleasant.

I took a few moments to compose myself, checking my appearance in the mirror. My makeup was slightly smudged from the tears, but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed. After a quick touch-up and some mouthwash, I took another deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door, and rejoined the party.

Emerging from the bathroom, I was immediately enveloped by the lively energy of the party. The room was filled with the vibrant sounds of laughter and music. People were chatting animatedly, their glasses clinking, and the ambiance was infectious. In the center of it all, people had pushed the furniture aside and were dancing.

Before I could process everything, a familiar hand wrapped around mine, pulling me into the midst of it all. It was Enzo, his eyes bright and mischievous, his grin contagious. Without a word, he pulled me close, our bodies swaying to the beat of the music.

I laughed, allowing myself to get lost in the moment, to forget the worries and uncertainties of the future. Enzo's presence had always had that effect on me; with him, everything else seemed to fade away.

As we danced, his grip on me tightened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Nina," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "I love you. You know that, right?"

The sincerity in his voice caused my heart to flutter, and I tightened my grip on him. "I love you too," I replied, my voice barely audible above the music.

He pulled back slightly, looking deep into my eyes. "We'll figure this out. The distance, the time apart... I promise we'll make it work. We'll plan regular visits, okay? Whenever we can."

I smiled, warmth spreading through me. "Of course, I'd love that," I replied, pausing for a moment before teasing him. "Just promise me one thing."

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident. "What's that?"

I playfully poked him in the chest. "You better not forget about me and meet some new girl while you're gone."

He laughed, the sound rich and hearty, making me feel light-headed, "Oh, Nina," he said, pulling me close again," no other woman in the universe could ever compare to you."

Enzo's words made me smile. However, as we continued to dance, the realization hit harder than I expected.

With my own aspirations leading me into pre-med, following Enzo to his hockey training was out of the question. Our dreams were pulling us in two different directions, and the weight of our impending six-month separation settled in my chest like a stone.

My vision blurred, and tears began to prick at the corners of my eyes. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me like this, especially Enzo.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.