“This isn’t what I want. This isn't what I ever wanted. But I cannot do this any longer, Shane.” Ilya took a shaking breath and reached for him, catching himself at the last moment and forcing his hand back to his side. “You have been my safe place to land for so long, Hollander. I cannot keep lying to you. And I am begging you, do not do this.”
“Don’t do- don’t do this?!” Shane’s voice was too loud, too far above his usual calm cadence that Ilya loved so much. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?! I’m not the one being an asshole!”
“Yes you ARE!” Ilya’s own voice rose to a level he was always desperate to avoid. But it was impossible now. This was Hollander. It was Shane, he was everything. Shane is his everything. And Ilya was losing him. “You are asshole, Hollander!” It is always them first!” He pointed at the wall, at nothing. But God, was his meaning clear. The paparazzi, the fans, the league. “It is ALWAYS them! Never me! Never we! I am sick of… of-” Ilya wanted to scream. Was he screaming? Surely that roar hadn’t come from Shane.
“Ilya-”
“I cannot do this anymore, Shane.” Ilya was hyperventilating, on the verge of a panic attack. What was he doing?! “My whole life I have pleased other people, forced myself to live for other people. I cannot keep living like this. I will not, Hollander. I… I came to your cottage, first time making selfish choice in a very, very long time. For a long time, I was happy. We were happy, Shane. But I am sick of not being allowed to love you same way we get to love hockey. I am tired of being afraid. I am begging you Shane. We can just tell the world. Was fine for the old man Scott Hunter. It can be fine for us too.”
“Scott Hunter was overdue for his retirement, Ilya. It didn’t matter when no one wanted to sign him because he’s ancient!"
Ilya stared. Was Shane even listening? Ilya was losing his mind, losing himself, losing Shane. He was begging Shane to hear him, to love him, to let him love him in the open and his take away was it’s fine for Scott Hunter to openly love a man because his career was basically over?!
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So…sometimes…I write blurbs. Sometimes…they are sad. Today was a sad blurb day. It was also the first blurb for Heated Rivalry.
I dunno. I will probably never expand on this the way I want to but who knows!! I had a whole story planned out for it. But I didn’t hate this so… *pushes onto your dashboard* here you go.
















