One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

The Water Fountain

-Skylar's POV-

It's been well over two months since I've seen Patrick. I'm not going to lie, it hurts, but I've learned not to let things out of my control affect me. Jon tells me to wait it out, that he just needs some time to realize that he doesn't know what's best, but I miss him so much. I would do anything to see those pretty blue eyes staring back at me. I still love him, every day I wonder how he's doing, if he's happy. I hope he is. I'm not mad at him, I could never be. Time is the best thing for healing and that's what I was giving him. But the more time that goes on, the more it hurts that he's not here. Holding me and running his fingers through my hair. He was supposed to be my best friend and now we're strangers. I still have the job as the Blackhawks writer which will be awkward but nothing I couldn't handle. I've learned that there isn't much life can throw at me that I can't handle. But I've graduated college top of the class and have a degree in journalism. I very much enjoyed college and 20 might be too early to be worried about my future but I'm ready to start it. I'm about as battle tested as they come.

I decide to walk around the city because it was a beautiful in Chicago. Natalie went up to Winnipeg with Jon for the summer so I got the apartment all to myself. All my injuries healed nicely but I'm still restricted on workouts so walking will have to do. I come across the fountain in grant park and decide to stop for a second. This fountain meant a lot to me and my happier memories, there's still paint on the edge from where Patrick and I jumped out. I trace my fingers over it and I couldn't help but smile at the memory. It still hurts but I enjoy the nice times.

"That was a great night, wasn't it" a voice says. I look up and am met with the same piercing blue eyes I saw at the winter classic. I couldn't help but smile at the familiar sight. His curls were spilling out his baseball cap and his hands were stuck in his pockets, he still looked really good.

"It was a great night, actually. I think I broke more rules in those few hours than I did my whole life, and I didn't even care" I laugh as he sits next to me. I wanted to touch his face, feel his muscles under my touch, kiss his soft lips and let him have his way with me.

But I know I couldn't. We sit there for a little, not really sure what to say. We both know neither of us have moved on. "You look great" he finally says and I just roll my eyes.

"Really, that's the best you got" I ask lightly punching his arm.

"No matter what I say it won't fix anything, so yeah. That's the best I got" he laughs.

"Try me" I say with a smile.

"Okay. Well we can start with the fact that I still love you. Every day I hover my finger over the call button but chicken out. I figured you hate my guts and would be punching me in the face by now. I miss my best friend. So many times over the past few months I needed you and I couldn't have you because I pushed you away. I hate myself for doing that to you, I've been a mess since that day. The last time I saw you, you were in my arms, fast asleep just how I imagined it would be when we're old and married. But instead you were in a hospital, your normally flawless face was bruised and cut and you were nearly dead from all the drugs they had to give you. You were like that because of me and I couldn't forgive myself" he finishes.

"You don't get it Patrick... my ribs, my head, all my injuries healed, but you broke my heart. I loved you... I mean I still do... but things that are broken can be fixed but it will never be the same. That's not a bad thing though, that just means to start from there and make the most of the new beginning. Look at me Patrick. I'm perfectly fine. I have everything I need in my life... except you" I say starting to cry. I was so angry at him for giving up on us, on what we had. But I know he's doing what he thinks is best.

"I regret my decisions. Don't think I don't. But when the media got involved I knew they would find out who you are and your past will become public information. I couldn't live with myself knowing that all the things you worked so hard to prevent would come to life because you were with Patrick Kane the superstar" he says now crying too.

"When I was with you it was never me and Patrick Kane the superstar. It was me and Pat, my best friend. I loved you unconditionally and no matter what happens that will never change. Whether 5 people or 5 million people knows what happened to me, I wouldn't care as long as I was with you" I finish looking away. I didn't want him to see me cry, but no matter how much I wanted to yell and fight with him I couldn't. He was still my best friend.

"I'm so sorry Sky. I know I shouldn't have avoided you but I thought I was protecting you. I thought you would be better off without me. I miss you so much but I understand if you don't want anything to do with me" he says quietly. I quickly turn my head and look at him.

"Why did you come here today" I ask randomly. He seemed confused but answered anyway.

"Because these memories are the closest I've been to being happy in months. I hoped that one day I'll run in to you and by some miracle you will forgive me" he sniffles. Just what I thought.

"In order for me to forgive you, you would have to have done something wrong. I don't believe you did anything wrong. Yeah, it hurts like a bitch that you avoided me but I know deep down you didn't want to hurt me" I sigh. I really really wanted this to be over and for things to get back to normal. But there is no more normal.

"I miss you so much Sky" he says looking into my eyes.

"I miss you too Pat" I say grabbing his hand and squeezing it. He suddenly gets up and drags me to the street without a word.

"Mind telling me what's happening" I laugh wiping away the rest of my tears.

"I'm going to show you that I will never hurt you again" he smiles.