All of me

Knock knock.

I heard as I walked out of the bathroom after I washed my face and dried my hair. I froze, not sure if it was my door.

Knock knock.

Yep that's my door. Who could it be at this hour? Katie has her own keys. But I did have one other person in mind.

I saw through the peep hole.

Reilly.

I flip my hair to the side and take a deep breathe. I try to fan my face so it didn't seen like I had been crying this whole time.

'Emma, please let me in.' Reilly said as he leans on the door.

I inhale and exhale slowly.

'Please.' Almost as a whisper.

I open the door. He was standing there, soaked from the rain, with both of his hands were rested on either side of the door frame.

'What do you want Reilly? Go home. Enough fighting for one day...I'm tired.'

As I try to close the door, he puts his foot between the door to prevent it from closing. I look at his foot and then make my way up to his eyes signaling him to move it.

'Emma, I'm so sorry about earlier. Please let me explain-' as he walks towards me. I take a few steps back.

'Oh now you feel like talking...' I snap back.

'Please let me in.'

I let the door swing open signaling for him to come in as I head towards the couch. He follows and sits down facing me. I don't say anything, just waited for him to start talking, patiently waited I should say.

'Emma, I'm so sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have risen my voice at you. The truth is I really was having a bad day. I've been very stressed out lately and I took it out on you. I'm not used to opening up to people, if I have a problem I always keep it to myself, that's how its always been even since I was younger, until now. Now I have you, and I'm not used to having...having someone there for me who listens. I know you were trying to help and I'm sorry for being such a dick. It's just that I'm so stressed out and frustrated all the time...' He stops.

'I've told you multiple times Reilly, I'll always be here for you, always. I just need you to see that.'

'I do know that, I do, it's just-' he shakes his head.

He put his hands on his face. A second late,r tears were starting to form in his eyes. At that time, so were mine. This was painful to watch.

I got up from the couch and sat closer to him, and pulled him into a hug. He needed to let it all out. You could tell it was eating him from the inside.

'I went from being the lead scorer on the team to not scoring in more than 10 games. The media is freaking me out even more about this, asking me about it after every game. And to make it worse, they constantly keep comparing me to Seguin. I don't know what to say to that. Its so frustrating. It's like I have such big shoes to fill. It's just too much sometimes. I went to talk to coach after practice and he told he’s considering switching me and Loui but hasn’t made a decision yet. And I don't want that to happen. I guess it all depends how the next few games go. God, all this pressure I'm under it's finally adding up and today it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I've been going early and staying later at every practice...I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so disappointed in myself.'

He looked hurt, upset and exhausted. I had a feeling this is what was going on but not this bad.

'Please don't say that. You haven't let anyone down! We all know what you're capable off. You're just not scoring but your helping your teammates out there on the ice. It's not like you're just standing there.' He doesn't say anything. I continue,

'Babe I had no idea how bad it was, And I'm so sorry for pushing you earlier. This happens to everyone plus you've been going through so many things these past few months...I feel like I'm to blame as well. I feel like I wasn't there for you when you really needed me, instead of helping I make things worse.' I put my head down.

'Please don't blame this on yourself, it was all me. I was being irresponsible and selfish. Babe, I can't believe you would even think that...'

'I just hate seeing you like this and I can't do anything to help' whipping my tears off my cheeks.

'You have been helping Emma. You are helping me right now just by listening to me. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you, please stop crying.' as he whips the tears from my cheeks.

'Okay, I'll stop' trying to contain myself and taking deep breathes,

'But please don't overthink this, it's going to drive you crazy. Just play hockey, the way you always do and the way you always have. And don't worry about the fans, they love you! 'THIS IS OUR PUCKING SMITTY' remember? Which reminds me, I have to get one of those.' I slightly laugh.

A smile forms on his face for a slight moment.

'There he is!' I rest my palm on his cheek.

'We're going to get through this, together.' I said and he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.

Notes

Guys! Guys! Guys! 10,000 views!? WHAT?! I never thought so many people were going to read this story when I first started writing it! That is amazing! Thank you so much!
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Loooove,
-R