𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫
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"patrick! i'm going to alex's place!" i shouted up to my brother from the main level.
"okay cosette! no funny business!" i rolled my eyes at him still being protective over me. i'm literally 23.
"bye!" i grabbed my bag and left the apartment and went to alex's house.
timeskip
"baby! i'm here!" i called out into the entryway and alex came running down the stairs.
he hugged me like he hasn't seen me in forever. we saw each other yesterday.
"how are you?" he asked me.
"i'm great because i'm with you." i smiled.
"you know how to win a guys heart don't you."
i shrugged, "i guess."
we sat down on his couch and we relaxed while watching some movies.
alex was checking his phone and his breath hitched. i looked over at him with a face of concern.
"what happened?" i asked him cautiously.
"i was traded to ottawa." he looked at me with sad eyes.
"you're kidding me." i said, emotionless.
"nope." he showed me his phone with an email from kyle davidson, the blackhawks gm, saying he was traded.
"oh my god alex. why would this happen? why would you get traded?" i asked him angrily.
"like i have a choice! you think i wanted to get traded? no! i love chicago. i love these fans, this city, my teammates. this is the last thing i wanted."
"maybe you should've been a better player and you wouldn't get traded!" i said, without thinking. as if he's a bad player, he's incredible.
he raised his eyebrows, "i'm breaking up with you. if you think that i wanted this to happen, think i wanted to get traded, no way am i moving across north america with you."
wow, "fine." i stood up, "i didn't want to do that either."
i grabbed the ring he gave me for our two year anniversary and gave it back to him. "enjoy ottawa. thanks for nothing."
i walked out of his house and got in my car. i turned on my sad song playlist and drive home, crying.
i opened the apartment door and patrick was standing there.
"how was alex?" patrick asked me.
"we broke up." i said blatantly.
his eyes went wide. "what? why?" he said.
"he was traded to ottawa." i stared crying again, right then and there.
