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You stood holding onto your boyfriend's mother as you watched the first American take the first shootout shot. The nerves of everyone in the building were high causing some people to hide their eyes and some people to keep their eyes glued to the ice. You and Dylan's mom were a perfect example. She couldn't look while you couldn't look away.
Carter blocked the shot then Dylan came out onto the ice. You saw his eyes lock in on the puck. You silently whispered to yourself as he skated towards the puck. The boys played great and you were proud of them no matter what.
Sadly, Troy Terry was the only one to score in the shootout, meaning the U.S. had won. You kept your head up for the sake of your boyfriend. Team Canada all sat together and watched as the American boys jumped around in celebration. You knew Dylan was hurting and your heart broke for him. He worked so, so hard to get to where he was and to see him feel like he let down the whole country made you want to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay.
It was about an hour after that before you could see him, after the media had finished speaking with him. You waited for him for outside the locker room and when he came out he made a b-line straight to you. He wrapped his arms your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back as you felt his hot tears on your skin. You let him cry for a little while before pulling back and wiping his tears. "Dylan, baby, it's okay." You told him.
He shook his head. "No, I let everyone down. I disappointed you, my parents, and the whole country." Dylan said, looking away from you.
"You didn't didn't disappoint anyone. I'm so, so proud of you, so are your parents, and all thirty-six million Canadians. You couldn't disappoint me if you tried. You could have the worst game of your life and I'd still be proud of you because you always try your best and put your heart out on the ice. I love you so much, Dylan William Strome." You placed a kiss on his cheek and a smile graced his lips.
"What would I do without you?" He asked, placing his lips on yours.
"Probably be dead in a ditch somewhere." You joked.
