Fractured Heartstrings

Ch. 29

William's POV

It was finally off-season, and after I wasn't invited to golf with my former team (because I was well aware that I wouldn't be returning for training camp), I still couldn't put myself at task. I wasn't sure what was even happening anymore. Occasionally I'd awake to pains running through my body, and I knew the aches weren't rooted from the accident. It was the type of pain linked to my heart, causing my mind to spin whenever even for a split second I thought of her.

I had missed my therapy sessions, all six of them. It didn't bat an eye of mine. I was unceasingly convincing myself that I no longer needed therapy. When reality was, it was just about the only thing I needed. The truth is I fear of talking about her because I know I'll just break down again. Sometimes I wish I could simply forget her, but it's like she's imprinted in my mind. She's like an incurable disease, and unfortunately, there's no cure.

Swinging my legs over the nearly shattered coffee table, I smile in pleasure once the small task is completed. Today had been an awfully rough day - worse than losing another game in the Leaf's losing streak without gaining a single point. It wasn't some regular bad hair day, or having my typical crabby mood throughout the entire morning, afternoon, evening, and night. Turns out Karen, the nurse taking care of me in the hospital, had been a professional fraud artist. While I was out cold she stole my money. It took me a lot of research to discover that I wasn't the one in the wrong lane. However I was still drinking, which is against the law.

"What an exhausting morning," I say to myself, yawning in the process.

The police department had decided to dial my number at around eleven in the morning. Although I had been furious with the fact they interrupted my wonderfully blissful dream of scoring the Stanley Cup game winning goal, I considered it was best if I kept my mouth shut from releasing any complaints.

They insisted to have me in court against Karen but I figured I didn't want to do anything knowing well enough of what she was capable of pulling against me. My parents had heard the news weeks later and insisted the fly down. I figured seeing my family would only make me feel more of a failure. Like an ugly duckling in a herd of swans.

Just as I shut both of my eyelids, preparing for a lengthy slumber, the sound of someone knocking on the door erupts my home. I groan in annoyance, not wanting to open the door. I gradually lift myself off the couch and head over towards the door. Without bothering to peek through the peephole, I swing the door open to someone I considered I'd never see again.

Not long after I exited the gruesome hospital, Alyssa's father had called. He was well aware of my intoxication that terrible night. In fact he was one of three people, hiding the truth amongst his mind with both Alyssa and Karen.

I guess overtime I became somewhat convinced that id never see Alyssa face-to-face again for as long as I'd live.
But there she was.

"Umm, hi," I manage to says breaking my stare from the angelic woman standing in front of me. I lean against the doorframe, smirking down at Alyssa.

She brushes a few strands of her hair behind her reddening ears, continuously staring at the ground beneath us. After she seemingly gained confidence, she glances up at me with the same pair of eyes I longed for. "I just wanted to tell you that I moved on," she swallows a gasp of air, "and that I hope you do, too."

"I know you're lying," I claim, shaking my head with slight laughter escaping my lips. I knew her too well, and boy if she really was speaking the truth, my mind would never accept it.

She furrows her eyebrows a and begins laughing at herself, "you know what? I don't even know why I came here-"

I don't hesitate a heartbeat to move a few feet forward, instantly closing the gap between us. I lean down, brushing my lips on hers, making my body feel the urge to melt and fall in agreement. The once present devotion came flying back into my body, filling me with what I lost. As soon as I feel myself desiring more, I feel her hands tug on my shirt and push me away.