Nick Rivera

After gearing up, Nicholas walked into the building. It was usually quiet at that time, as it had been all the other years, but I guess it was going to be different this year. He could see a slender figure skating across the ice, to the sound of *Swan Lake*. It was almost hypnotising. The way the person would move and turn and spin, as if it was embroidered in their memory... Nick felt his breath being taken from him, as he stepped into the bleachers, following the skater with deep blue eyes.