The light of my life

Isabelle slip down the door. She had just drop off Patrick on the airport, he was going to back to Chicago. It was so hard to see him walk away from her like that, and Isabelle couldn't help but wonder if she would see him again soon.
Everything felt so unreal, like it all was some crazy dream. Did she really met him? The guy she had been in love with for ages now? The guy that saved her life many times? The guy who was the only person she trusted as a teenager?

She walked into her living room, and saw his sweater. He must have forgot it here. She held the sweater close to her. "I'm not dreaming", she mumbled. "He really was here"
He was almost the same. It made Isabelle pretty happy that he hadn't taken the fame too serious, he was still standing with his feet on the ground. She knew he had been drinking a little bit too much alcohol before and after games, and hooking up with a lot of girls, but she really didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted, it was his life.

Isabelle was still as proud of him as she was as a teenager. She always knew he would make it to the big leagues, but she didn't think he actually would be one of his team's most valuable players, and she really didn't think he would win two Stanley Cups before even turning twentyfive. But he had made it so far and she couldn't be more proud.

She woke up by her thoughts by someone knocking on her door. She took a deep breath and walked to the door. She opened the door, and got welcomed by getting kissed.

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