My Hockey Alpha

Nina

As I watched Enzo storm off into the party, I felt my heart sink. The screen door slammed shut behind him and wobbled a bit on its frame, leaving me alone and shaking in the cold. Up until five seconds earlier, I was certain that our plan was going to work.

But maybe I was too confident in that assumption, because it turned out that Enzo didn’t remember me after all. In fact, my attempts to make him remember not only proved to be futile, but also made him angry with me and probably closed him off even more. Now, I was just the strange girl who cornered him at a party. For all he knew, I could have been trying to drug him or something.

I couldn’t explain it; somehow, after everything, he didn’t remember me at all. Even as I looked at him that night, begging him to reach into his mind and remember my face, my voice, my touch… He simply looked at me like I was a complete stranger.

What had happened? How did it come to this? The last time we spoke, he had seemed as though he knew who I was, or was at least beginning to know who I was. He even said himself that he knew I was familiar. And yet, at the party, he looked at me like he had never spoken to me in his life.

down the dark street, I couldn’t contain the sobs that escaped my lips. I felt my face twist and contort into an excruciating grimace, and I clutched my

sure that I would have Enzo back on my side, and now here I was staggering down the street with an

sure. All I knew was that somehow, after Enzo had seemed to be coming close to a breakthrough the last time I saw him, he was now back at square one. Surely she did something to make him forget again. But would he ever be able

felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and struggled to focus my eyes on the screen in my

It was Jessica.

I answered. My tongue felt heavy and

you go? We’ve been looking all over for you,” she replied,

I whispered. “I needed to get out. Don’t worry;