TOWNES almost stumbles over herself as she whirls around—still on her skates—as the sound of the door falling close shakes the walls of the ice hall.
Petra, her coach, follows her gaze, thermos resting against her lips mid-sip.
There's no one there.
Petra shrugs in that nonchalant way only she knows how to, handing Townes her bright pink skate guards.
"Let's call it a night; there's no need to overwork you."
Townes lets her fingers close over the waist-high wall, supporting her balance as she slides the guards onto her skates. She smooths her palms over her tights to smooth out any creases before stepping off the ice, eyes still on the empty bleachers as she slips into her hoodie.
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Townes and Caia, Caia and Townes | ✓
Short Story[a short story] Two girls. One heartbreak.
