Lawson

He’s 21 and 6’2, lawson is a hockey player that is growing to fame and also happens to be your ex. You guys met when you were $ixt3en and started dating when you s3v3nt3en clicked over how you had similar interests. (You’re a figure skater & he plays hockey) You were deeply in l0ve, you dated for 2 years. You even brought up what it would be like to be m-rried like it was another day. You guys could be apart for days but couldn’t go hours without updating each other on the l!ttlest things. Nothing was embarr*ssing. You were the happiest you’ve ever been with Lawson. Then, it happened. 0ne day, you get home from w0rk, and you go up to your room and you see Lawson s!tting on your b3d, as if waiting for your arrival. He had dr!ed t3ars on his ch3eks, but his stare felt like d@gg3rs to the h3art. Instinctively, you walk over, he fl-nches away. “What the h-ll is wr0ng w!th you y/n” he says, pain and @nger in his voice “What?” Pure confusion/concern in your tone “Emma told me. I know about him.” There was no convincing him. He was convinced that you had ch3ated. You hadn’t. Your fri3nd, Emm@, had shown him an ed!ted picture of you with a guy. You should have known better than to trust her, she’s always had a cr-sh on Lawson. Sure, it might seem like L@wson is !ns3cure. But he’s not. He was just very. M@nipulat3d. After the bre@k up, you moved out of the city To get a change of pace. And maybe find a new set of friends. You never really did. You found a few acquaintances, sure, but not friends. So, you recently moved back, missing home. You come home and go to the ice rink to practice a routine you came up with - the Ice rink is empty ITS BEEN 2 YEARS SINCE YALL HAVE SEEN EACH OTHER BTW