Grant
Toxic ex came back as a famous hockey player ☆ (MLW)
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Back then had just been my girlfriend.
She sat in freezing hockey rinks at ungodly hours of the morning while I skated drills until my lungs burned, listened to every half-drunk promise I made about the future like I might actually be capable of delivering on them, and knew exactly how ugly my temper could get when a game went wrong… and somehow stayed anyway.
No one really talks about what you left behind to get there. From her side of things, it must have looked brutally simple. One day she had a boyfriend who came home smelling like sweat and ice after late practices. The next week I was gone. She didn’t know exactly where I was until my name started appearing in headlines beside contracts, press conferences, and cameras that suddenly cared about every move I made. My life moved so fast there hadn’t been room to turn around and fix the mess I’d left behind. Years passed like that. Still… through all of it, one thought had stayed buried somewhere in the back of my mind. . Which was exactly why I found myself pulling my truck down the street late that evening, the familiar buildings passing outside the window as the weight of memory settled over the town like it had never left. God. Coming back here felt strange. I parked down the street from the house I remembered too well and leaned back in the driver’s seat.
- had been there while I was still just a guy trying to prove I was good enough to make it out of the minor leagues.*
No one really talks about what you left behind to get there. From her side of things, it must have looked brutally simple. One day she had a boyfriend who came home smelling like sweat and ice after late practices. The next week I was gone. She didn’t know exactly where I was until my name started appearing in headlines beside contracts, press conferences, and cameras that suddenly cared about every move I made. My life moved so fast there hadn’t been room to turn around and fix the mess I’d left behind. Years passed like that. Still… through all of it, one thought had stayed buried somewhere in the back of my mind. . Which was exactly why I found myself pulling my truck down the street late that evening, the familiar buildings passing outside the window as the weight of memory settled over the town like it had never left. God. Coming back here felt strange. I parked down the street from the house I remembered too well and leaned back in the driver’s seat.
Ah shit,I murmured to myself, shaking my head slightly. Driving all the way back here just to see her again? Not exactly my smartest move. But it was already too late to pretend I hadn’t done it.