I watched as she curtly strapped on her skates. The ones the same color as pearl, the same sharpness as a razor. She didn't notice me, but I saw her, I always see her. From the very moment she stepped through the door, with her hair in a ponytail, bouncing around with every step. She stepped onto the ice, maybe it was just me but she looked wobbly… I walked over to the side to watch. I saw as she glided over to a woman dressed in sweats. Then I saw her bounce up and down, up and down. She had a package in her hand. Next thing I knew, she was bounding out the rink and into the restroom. I don't know if it was like a major 'emergency' but she seemed happy. That look of joy was what I loved about her. Like a new ray of sunshine on a clouded day. The light during a foggy day… I propped my hand up on my chin and waited for her to come back. I wonder if she even knows I'm here…

I came here with my best friend to skate. Well, he's here with his girlfriend. He dragged me, here. Some obsession with my meeting a girl. It was just a brisk winter day and his girlfriend calls all excited about the rink opening up.

When I finally broke out of my reverie, I saw she was already out on the ice. But there was something different, she was wearing a lavender frill skirt. It was skin-tight and leotard-like with a skirt at the bottom. She was doing a series of jumps and practicing with her instructor. I was watching an angel on ice. Gliding over the ice with the look of dedication set upon her face. The blades grazed the ice before she set into a triple lutz.

Flawless.

I could see the redness on her cheeks from the cold. How the cold made her beauty shine through more. Her practice went on, as people skated around her. Zooming by like cars in the city. Children and their parents, couples holding hands but nothing broke her concentration. The complicated steps and footwork that she had worked on since forever. I had been coming to see her every Saturday.

"Hey, Lover-boy, time to go." I heard the voice of my friend behind me. I looked one more time, at her ebony tresses, at her compassionate face, and went to the doorway. Guess she's not seeing me today.

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She turned her head to the doorway for a second, and caught two boys and a girl heading out into the wintry cold.

"We'll finish practice for now. You can go change now."

Hi, I've deleted My Romeo, My Juliet. I couldn't get any ideas flowing. I'm not sure many people followed it anyway. This is my new story. If you catch any mistakes, feel free to drop a review. I know it's short and sorry! There are no names listed in this and it won't be Canon.

I'm sure there are many mistakes in this because I just jotted this down so please tell me so I can fix it. (Be gentle ; )