Slapshot Awakening
“Tired of people only reaching for me when they’re broken, when it’s convenient, when it won’t matter in the morning.”
His voice shakes slightly, but he keeps going.
“And you—” he finally turns his head, eyes locking with mine, glassy and cold all at once, “—you stood there and made sure I knew I wasn’t good enough. Not for you. Not even as a mistake. Just something to brush off and bury.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“You told me you didn’t want to lose our friendship,” he laughs bitterly. “Like that’s all I was supposed to care about. Like I wasn’t already breaking.”
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