"Happiness is only real when shared"
—Jon Krakauer
It was approaching time to start the event and the skaters were already in the locker room warming up. Their jackets with their respective flags and colors that covered the upper part of each eye-catching suit, the first group had entered the track to warm up while the group Aibek was in, remained calm stretching as he could, after everything was relaxed, although luckily Zinov had already left in the first group. So Aibek was with that peace that was taken from him by a certain Swiss who boldly perched behind him hugging him regardless of invading the Kazakh's personal space.
—You had a great afternoon, didn't you?
—What are you talking about?- Asked the poor jet, who didn't understand what he was referring to, he had forgotten the Trending Topic.
-Go! Don't do it! You went out with the moron that- he whispered with irony and some flirtation as the Swiss always was. It was obvious that the Swiss behaved this way because of his outgoing manner.
—Oh ... you're talking about him ... it was only for a while, it's not that bad— He looked away with annoyance as he moved away from him to stretch, only he did not see the hand coming that shamelessly massaged his buttocks.
—Sure, I believe you ... oh! But how firm they are, I love it - whisper near his ear, eliciting a growl of annoyance at the minor, although on the other hand there was a Canadian who was seething with anger at that moment and I do not hesitate to separate his Kazakh regardless of the looks of the others, no one touched YOUR Kazakh! No one but him had the right but he shouldn't show himself that way.
—Stop harassing him! And touch him! - and with that he took it elsewhere, sheltering it from a certain Swiss who cocked his smile with amusement, he had won, he had made the Canadian angry to see his reaction and he succeeded when he took that young man out of his hands.
"When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves"
—Chuck Palahniuk
Jake kept silent as he left him in the area where he was practicing although the minor just put on his headphones ignoring half the world again making JJ hate Henry for making Beky angry that way ~ How he started calling the Kazakh, and it wouldn't go away until I gave him a good beating ~
—Beky ... hey ... Beky ~- he called and touched the boy's shoulder but he accidentally keyed him, just for personal protection.
—It's you ... I'm sorry ... you should have approached him head-on- he quickly released and rubbed the affected area, he didn't want to look like a saboteur.
—Don't worry, it didn't hurt ... I think so ... I just wanted to ask you if you want to come with me for a walk after dinner, do you want to?- I ask a little nervous looking at the minor who with doubt only accepted, it would be good for him after all the stress.
He was about to answer but when he was going to accept he started the second group to appear on the track, the brunette only observed the one with black eyes and only nodded to go with his coach; Jake for that acceptance felt so happy that he watched his opposite withdraw enchanted with it.
Once almost everyone had passed ~ from both small groups ~ there was only Jake, Henry and Aibek left to pass, as the list went like this they would go, the Canadian was so nervous to get it right just to the delight of his now new friend, and new conquest, since he had realized that every time he saw those dark eyes like the Onix he fell madly in love.
Zinov, that platinum Russian who broke the heart of the Kazakh, was there watching everything that happened with the last participant, he knew that he had communicated with the idiot Brown, and as if it were a joke, he yelled a loud and clear "Davai" to the Kazakh. who puzzled the poor jet.
"Shedding tears for another person is not a sign of weakness, but of a pure heart"
—Jose N. Harris
He was in the middle of his presentation which was when his tears came out soft and flowing falling to the cold track at each step that marked elegance, perfection, and feeling, a classic routine were his feelings came to the fore, he had tried so hard to make his body flexible, it was a new Aibek Kenes, new light from Kazakhstan.
"My heart did not stop crying, except when you left ... my life became shit and you were not here, after all that year you took it as lost, you did not leave me anything ... you took all of me ... .you tore it apart. Why? Why did you do it? "
"You filled me with happiness, you made my soul happy, and then you left... Was I a game for you? You only used it for your benefit, right? You took what I was and now I free myself when I let go of you, no more, you're not going to hurt me anymore, your voice I don't miss it anymore, you're nothing to me ... I let you go like you did to me ... I won't come back to you! I won't! "
His thinking was so strong that the turn he gave cost him very little, it was obvious that he had put a unique passion to achieve that quadruple jump, his outstretched arms looked firm and ready to continue with the dance, from one side to the other they were It slid, it seemed that it floated until it came to an end with a fine and beautiful pose one hand to his heart and another extended to the sky while his face went towards the sky equally, small tears fell, he looked beautiful, an angel that was hurt mercilessly, leaving everyone in awe.
He was crying, it was noticeable but no one exclaimed until the tension dropped and thanks to the fact that JJ came out of the reverie of such a beautiful routine, he was the one who applauded followed by the others until all the stands could hear the support, except for a platinum Russian who kept his gaze deviated and with her arms crossed, something in her heart had moved but she would not pay attention, no !.