❛ it's almost midnight — what do you want ? ❜ pair stand at doorway , aperture left wide open as he leans full weight against wooden frame . he hadn’t been asleep — hours when silver crescent hung above drifting clouds were ones in which he felt most alive . a nocturnal creature in his own right , far more comfortable beneath moonlight than the glare of day . ❛ shouldn't you be in bed crying over a pint of ben and jerry's right now or something ? ❜ he'd heard the news , the kind of gossip that spread through town faster than blades across fresh ice . he couldn't blame her for the absence of saline tears . her now ex - boyfriend was grime under soles , rubbish collected every thursday yet somehow always left behind — and his longtime arch - nemesis since earliest days of hockey career .
