Kristopher Letang's POV

We both laid in my bed, after having sex. No one was home, it was quiet. It was just me and her, and I loved it this way. Our skin so softly touch each other's.

"I love you." Her hot breath caressed my face.

"I love you too." I replied, meaning every word.

"So, Kristopher are you coming to my game?" She asked with the biggest smile, that was about to be broken. The guilt poured inside me, knowing I couldn't go.

"Actually, I can't go. I have this big game against the Oceanic, I really wish I could go, baby." I apologized, and to my surprise this actually really broke my heart knowing I was letting her down yet again.

"It's fine, I know how much this means to you." She forcefully smiled.

We were now 16 years old, both of us living our dreams, playing hockey. Everything was going smoothly. I loved her, and she loved me. It may sound strange for a guy to say this, but it was like a fairy tale.

"I will definitely be there when you graduate in a couple of months though," I smiled happily at her as she done the same towards me.

"Thank you, Kris," She spoke.

"I'm really proud of you graduating a year early, not too many people do that." I commented, very impressed. She was always extremely smart, in almost every subject.

"I was surprised myself," She softly chuckled. "Hey Kris," She spoke.

"Yeah, Mave?"

"I'm being named Captain by the way." She grinned with enthusiasm, which left me in complete shock. Okay, I knew she was really smart, but who knew this would be coming with it?

"Mavel, that's amazing!" I cheered.

"Yes, but at the same time, not really. I'm going to be really busy, I just hope that's okay with you. I mean, if we can make it all work." She smiled with hope.

"Of course, anything for you." I kissed her on the cheek, as she hugged me.

Two weeks later

I laid recklessly in my bed, tossing and turning. Coming off a 4 game losing streak, and no one to vent to was making me kind of pissed off. I calmly tried to shrug it off, I knew I told Mavel to take the 'C' on her chest. I sheepishly regretted telling her to. I wanted her here, when I needed her here.

I heard my phone ringing, and I picked it up seeing that it was my mom. She was up in Montreal for the long weekend.

"Kristopher," Her voiced sounded raspy. I was confused.

"Uh, yes, mom?" I questioned.

"I have something to tell you,"' She said before a sob.

2 days later

I was at a party, I could hear the music blasting. It rung through my ears as I was a little tipsy after my fifth loss in a row. I could care fucking less right about now. I shouldn't be drinking, yes. I should be with Mavel, no. She was neglecting me at the moment, and I was wasted; she would just be pissed off at me. I hadn't even told her the news, but who cares; I obviously don't.

I looked around spotting a couple of girls. I knew exactly who they were; Mave's friends, which meant she was probably somewhere here. I went inside the house, and started talking to this girl. She was an easy one from what I saw.

"Oh yeah, I'm Kris by the way." I said with a slight slur.

"Well Kris, I'm Teagan." She spoke in a flirty voice as she ran her hand down my arm giving me chills. I bit my lip nervously, but as I did, the girl in front of me pushed her lips on me. We were both drunk, but not drunk enough. I could have stopped it, but I didn't.

I saw pass this girl, Teagan, and saw the one that truly mattered. Mavel stood there, in complete shock. She had so many expressions over her face, I didn't know what to do. She walked off, and I didn't even follow her.

Mavel's POV
One week later

He hasn't tried talking to me, or anything. I just assumed he no longer wanted me, and I was alright with that. I guess it was apart of him making the NHL, right? Or maybe this was just me in denial. I tried to think of reasons why he would do something like that.

It was roughly 10:45pm in Amos. I was walking around in this horrible April night. I was heading to the small cafe on Miel street. I kept my head down, but my guard up. I was hoping I wouldn't see anyone at this time of night.

I looked up to find him, standing there looking right back at me. I huffed, why does life have to see so cliche?

"Mave," He spoke softly. "I'm sorry for not calling you or anything."

My heart was aching, it wanted to forgive him, but was I ready to? I didn't even know, being the foolish young girl I was, I tried to forgive him.

"I forgive you."

He was silent, "I, uh, Mave that's what I came here for. I wanted to say sorry for everything. I was feeling neglected, I wanted more attention from you. I knew you had other priorities. I did think about it, but then my mind was just so lost." He spoke.

"Okay, but how do I know that when you're feeling neglected you're not going to do the same thing?" I asked, still hurt from everything.

"Mavel, I'm not saying we should be together..." Silence broke between us before he picked up again, "My mom just told me that Claude was cheating on her for almost four years. I think I need to be alone now, and need to clear my head." He said so nonchalantly at the last part, leaving me so heartbroken.

I was hurt, I didn't know what to say. I mean, what was their to say? Oh okay, I guess we're over, bye. This whole thing was a waste of time for me. I was having so many mixed emotions. Claude cheating on Christiane, they were like my second parents. They treated me so nice, and he treated Christiane so nice. Who ever thought anything would go wrong? I wish at that very moment I vanished off the face of the earth. It would have made everything better.

"Kristopher, you can't do this to me." I managed to get out.

"I'm sorry, Mave, but I'm going pro." He forced out.

"I-I don't know what to say, but have fun with your life." I said, bitterly.

"I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets." He spoke, which for some reason caused me to grin. It was said by David Hebert Lawrence. That wasn't enough for me to turn around, because love is a fool's game.

I kept walking away, from the man that owned my heart.

Graduation day

I looked into the crowd as Tristan, Elliot, Magnon, Bright, Belle, and Holly were sitting in a row with my two brothers and mom on the end, who was accompanied by Christiane. They were all so proud of me. I was happy that my closest of friends and family were here to share this experience with me, well all except one.

After the dreaded long ceremony, I went to meet up with my friends.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming. It really means a lot." I smiled, quite charmingly might I say.

"Oh Mavel, Kris told me to tell you something." Elliot said, and I just dismissed it, not wanting to hear anything from Kris right now. I did remember one thing, he promised he would be here, at my graduation back then. But then again, it was just one of his million promises broken.

"Okay, let's go out for dinner!" My mom and Christiane spoke happily in sync as they came up from behind us, somewhat startling me.

later

"So Mavel, what's after the Amos Forestiers?" My half brother Michael asked.

"Well, I was thinking of playing in Russia." I spoke, and everyone glanced at me.

"Russia, that's far!" My mother exclaimed.

"I know, but I just thought maybe something different would be good." I shrugged.

"There's a lot of crimes there," Tristan cooed, jokingly.

"What ever, I'm like Muhammed Ali, okay?" I sarcastically said earning laughs.

"Either way you'll kick ass over there, that's if you have someone as amazing as me on your team." Holly said, flattering herself. Yes, that's Holly for you.

"Oh, and me too! You need an insane defenseman on your team." Belle chirped in, making me laugh like a hyena. Wow, I'd miss these girls too much.

"Hey, you can't forget Magnon, and our amazing cheerleader, Bright." I argued, in a jokingly fashion of course. I haven't been this happy in forever. It was good to have all of my friends in one place again.

"So Christiane, what's Kris been doing lately?" Evander asked, being polite. I had no problem talking about him. I just didn't want to be by him or talk directly to him.

"He's decided to go into the draft over the summer, hoping to be picked, if not he's trying again next entry draft. I have a feeling he'll make it, he's an amazing hockey player." She smiled, very classy like. I thought to myself, I was the first to know.

"Yeah, well we all wish him the best." My mom spoke, she was clueless about how we broke up. I told almost everyone that I told him we should concentrate on ourselves for now.

"So, since we're all here today. I was going to actually officially announce something." I started to say, everyone turned their heads towards me. I was biting the inside of my cheek nervously, I had a bad habit of doing so.

"Yeah, go on." Elliot demanded, what an amazing friend.

"Okay, so I have actually been invited to play for Nacka HK in Sweden. I wanted to play in Russia as my first choice, but the leagues weren't as intense over there, in Sweden. I have decided to play there, but I have to make training camps." I said as everyone shared glances.

"Well, honey, that's amazing! But a little far, don't you think?" My mom offered, just trying to convince me out of it. She was almost my best friend growing up, though we didn't have the same interests that much.

"Mom, I'm going, and that's final. I haven't changed my mind, but I did want to ask someone here something." I spoke as I turned to face Bright, "Would you accompany me to Sweden?" I asked using my best ancient voice.

"You want me to go with you?" She asked, really surprised.

"Yeah, it's because I don't want to be there alone. You're not busy with hockey, because you don't play. You don't have to if you don't want to. It'd be great if you did." I said giving an awkward forced smile. She laughed, and agreed to it.

"I'm going to miss you both so much." Belle, Magnon and Holly spoke in unison, causing my brother's to roll their eyes.

"Well if you're really going Mavey, I can only wish the best for you." She smiled with hope.

"'So girls, when are you going?" Christiane asked.

"It'd have to be possibly 2 or 3 weeks." I sheepishly smiled, and Bright looked at me worried. This wasn't enough time for her to pack and get ready. She took decades, I swear.

"Well, time for an adventure!" Tristan hollered.