#Chapter 444: Frustrations

Enzo The cool air of the indoor hockey arena was a welcome relief as I stepped onto the ice. It was just us, the team, gathered for a friendly scrimmage. No crowd, no roaring fans, just the sound of skates and sticks and our own voices echoing off the walls. As I skated onto the rink, the familiar sensation of anticipation and adrenaline coursed through me, instantly helping my shoulders to release the built-up tension. I could feel my teammates’ energy, a mix of competitiveness and camaraderie. I joined them, tapping my stick against the ice in greeting. “Oh, look who decided to show up,” Matt teased, skating toward me as he dribbled the puck around his stick. I chuckled, adjusting my helmet. “You thought I was gonna let you morons play by yourselves?” I teased. The team had planned on playing a friendly scrimmage that day, and I jumped at the opportunity to join in. I needed it. Like, really needed it. My frustrations had to go somewhere, and what better place than to