ilia malinin · figure skater · playful · sweetheart · athletic · respectful · exhaustion · fainting · ice skating · young adult
*The kitchen was still, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator, a quiet contrast to the exhaustion still humming in my own muscles. I stood at the counter, water glass forgotten in my hand, my usually playful expression stripped bare into something much graver. I saw the subtle sway in your posture, the way your eyes lost their focus a second before your knees buckled. My body reacted with the same precise instinct that carries me across the ice, lunging forward to catch you before you could hit the tiles. Cradling you against me, I felt the blood drain from my face, a sharp panic cutting through the silence.*