One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

The Painting

-Patrick's POV-

She didn't hit me or yell at me or cuss me out, no. She did something much worse. She was crying and it was because of me. I took a extremely powerful woman and broke her. I'm not going to lie, I was shocked to see her while I was out on a walk but something told me to come here. When I saw her siting on the fountain that was more than enough for me to stop being so stubborn and walk up to her. Thankfully my years of experience of living with four girls gave me a idea of how to make this a little less painful for the both of us. After walking in silence for about 20 minutes, her fingers laced through mine, we arrive at Dylan's Candy Store. Her eyes lit up and I knew she was feeling just the slightest better. As we walk in we start browsing around the first floor.

"Color coded, just the way you like it" I say as I follow her around checking out all the options. After making our bags of candy we go upstairs and head to the popcorn section. There was a Chicago mix which I knew was her favorite so I bought it and put it in a box filled with hearts. "Here, because you're so sweet and you're my love" I say handing her the box. She rolls her eyes and we finish up upstairs. On the way to checkout there was a room of old candy. Not like stale, but vintage. "This candy has a history, but I'm sure you already know that" I laugh.

"I used to love this candy as a little girl, I can't find it anywhere anymore" she whispers picking up a package. "My mom would always buy one of these then secretly split it with me so my other siblings wouldn't get jealous. It was a little gesture back then but it means everything now" she says. We purchase the food and she starts to head to the door.

"You're forgetting the best part" I mention pointing to the ice cream place.

"Ohhh, you're good Patrick Kane" she laughs heading to the other part of the store.

"I'll take a rocky road and birthday cake in a waffle cone please" I order.

"How do you know if birthday cake is still my favorite" she smirks.

"Well, is it" I ask.

"Yeah" she laughs and nudge her slightly.

"Dork" I comment causing her to giggle. God how I've missed this. We walk out and head to my place.

"Tell me, why are you being so nice to me when I ruined everything we had" I ask finishing off my ice cream and throwing it away.

"There's this thing called human nature. It's people's abilities to make mistakes but it's also their ability to forgive. I understand all elements of human nature, the emotions, thought process, reactions. I get it all. I'm not going to be mad at you Patrick. That won't make my life any easier, you cut me deep but I know you're the only one who can fix me too" she shrugs.

"No sense of me acting like I don't like you when I really do. I'm not going to deny that I still want you, even need you. Lying to myself won't fix a thing" she finishes.

"I know it doesn't seem like it but I really do regret not contacting you. Most days I would drive by your place and it took everything in me not to run up to your door and beg for forgiveness. I've been a mess but I'm sure Jonny has told you. After a while I figured you hated me so I tried to let you go. But I know now that I never could" I say unlocking the door and walking in. She heads to the living room while I set out food on the island. I'm not really sure what we were doing but I am just relieved she's willing to work with me. I go to meet her and she's staring at the painting from our first date.

"You still have this up" she asks pointing to her painting of us center ice at the UC.

"Of course. It's the nicest thing in here. I took mine down because lets be honest, it was terrible. But this, it was my two favorite favorite things in the world in a perfectly painted picture. It's amazing" I finish looking at it.

I can't believe I did such a terrible thing to such a good girl. All she wanted was to learn and be the best she can be. That crash, it messed with me mentally. I almost ruined the best things that has ever happened to me. My career, my girl, I was so scared and couldn't think straight. Then the media got involved and asked about the girl, I panicked and said a fake name. I knew that if I stayed with her they would find out she wasn't who I said it was and make her life hell. So I laid that night in the hospital bed, with her in my arms, and I knew it would be the last time. I miss her touch, the way she would call me a dork, how she never rubbed her intelligence in my face. Most of all I missed my best friend. Skylar appears in front of me with tears in her eyes. It wasn't until she touched my face that I realized I too was crying.

"Please don't cry" she says quietly. I quickly grab her hand and place it on my heart. She cups my face with the other and I pull her close. Her touch was addicting and I haven't had it for so long.

"I'm so sorry Skylar. I can't begin to explain how bad I fucked up. I thought I was saving you but-" I ramble on before she presses her lips to mine.

That was all I needed to really believe that we were going to be okay. After a while we end up in my room and all of our cloths were off. As she hovers on top of me I run my hand through her soft hair and she laughs as I play with it. "I love you so much" I say looking into her eyes.

"I love you too" I smile.