The Hockey Star Regret
“You’re home, Hayden. You’ve always been.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, exhaling. “You are, too.”
The music swelled, our bodies moving in rhythm beneath the soft lights. The world blurred, and I realized something I hadn’t before.
Love hadn’t saved me.
It had allowed me to grow.
It had taught me that healing wasn’t about finding someone to fill your broken pieces, it was about learning to hold your own, and finding someone who saw your cracks and still thought you were beautiful.
He wasn’t my rescue.