Ready For Love : Tyler Seguin Fan Fiction

Tyler Wins the Stanley Cup

It was almost a year to the day I learned that Tyler left that he won the Stanley Cup. I was still in Phoenix. I had decided I wasn't going to be going back home during the summer. My parents weren't happy about it, but they understood. I felt like I needed to be on my own a bit more. There were a lot of places I wanted to visit and photograph and I didn't have much time while the school year was going on. Summer in the desert sounded perfect to me.

I wouldn't say I was entirely over Tyler leaving but I was a lot better off than I was. I was still very confused about why and it still hurt so much. I didn't spend all of my time wondering about it anymore, I hardly spent any time wondering about it at all. I wanted to forget it ever happened, but you can't just forget someone that had such a big role in your life. I was healing, slowly, but I was healing.

After Tyler got drafted to the Bruins I didn't make any extra effort to keep up with how he was doing. I didn't really have to, though, my dad made sure I knew every goal and every assist. He wanted me to try to reach out but I was too hurt and perhaps too stubborn to do so. He wanted me out of his life and he had his reasons, I wasn't going to try to force my way back in if he didn't want me in it. An explanation would have been nice but it really wouldn't have changed anything. Eventually my dad stopped sending me updates and he stopped suggesting I reach out.

I would be lying if I said I didn't watch the finals. I did. I had to. No matter how hurt I was it was still Tyler. He had been talking about winning the Stanley Cup since we were 5 years old and there he was making his dream come true. There was no way I could miss it. He was still my favorite hockey player.

As I watched the seconds tick down in the 3rd period of that final game I couldn't help feel a sense of pride for him. He had worked so hard to get to this point and it was actually happening. His rookie season as an NHL player and he wins the Stanley Cup, something every hockey player dreams about but only a special select few get to experience. Tyler was getting to experience it. I was so happy for him. I had a smile on my face as I watched. It was the first time since he left that I smiled while thinking about him instead of frowning.

I had a smile on my face as I watched each player skate around with the cup, kissing it, handing it off to a teammate, but that smile went away once Brad Marchand handed the cup off to Tyler. Sure, I was happy for him but it hit me right then and there that I should have been there to see it. We had spent countless hours throughout our childhood talking about this moment, about when Tyler would win the Stanley Cup and how we'd celebrate. Every single scenario from when we were 5 years old all the way until we were 18 included me being there in the stands cheering him on.

As soon as he handed the cup to Tuukka Rask I turned off my TV. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought I would be ok. I thought I was happy for him, and I was, but I was also upset. I should have been there. I should have been in Vancouver wearing my number 19 Tyler Seguin jersey and I should have been screaming my head off for my best friend. I wasn't anywhere near Vancouver and I wasn't wearing my Tyler Seguin jersey. I was in my apartment in Phoenix wearing shorts and a Sun Devils t-shirt. I was not screaming my head off for my best friend. I was on the brink of tears missing him like crazy.

When it was Tyler's day with the cup and he brought it back to Brampton I was still in Phoenix. My dad begged me to come back home and try talking to him but I refused. Tyler didn't want me in his life, he made that clear, and I couldn't handle seeing him again. He was happy and he didn't need me. I regret it. I should have tried reaching out. I should have come home to see him. I was stupid and stubborn. I owed it to myself to at least tell him what him leaving like that had done to me. I couldn't even stand looking at his face at that point. I had missed out on the most important moment of his life and I still had no idea why.

I remember how much it hurt that I wasn't there to see him win the cup. I know how important it was to him. We had always talked about it. I was supposed to be there. I don't want to miss out on important events in his life anymore. I don't want to miss out on anything. I want to be there supporting him. I spent so many years away from him, without him in my life, I don't want that anymore. I want to be with him as much as I can. I want him to the one I fall asleep to at night and the one I wake up to in the morning. All of this other stuff doesn't matter. What matters is I love him and he loves me and we belong together. I don't want to be away from him anymore. I want to come home.