NHL imagines

#8 William Nylander - part 6

Elias and Noah. His sons names were Elias and Noah. They like playing outside, naps, and hockey. They love vegetables, which William couldn't understand because normally kids hate vegetables but his kids were special. His kids. He still couldn't believe it. He had read the entire blog, every entry, at least three times. He had saved all pictures to his phone, even made one of you his background but he still couldn't believe it. You barely posted pictures, wanted to protect the privacy of your little family, but those you did post looked like you were happy. Without him.
That night he had a hard time sleeping, he kept imagining you, happy with your children, and him just standing a few meters away. He tried to get closer but every time he stepped forward you moved further away, completely unaware of his presence.
When he showed up to practice the next day he really thought he could do it. Hockey took his mind off things so he thought practice was a good way to clear his head a little. Half an hour, approximately 50 missed shots, and numerous "you need to concentrate Willy!"
later he was deemed useless and sent home. Hockey was important. Hockey was his entire life. You were messing with his head even after all those years. They scratched him from the game that evening and told him to sort his problems out so he had the afternoon off. The first thing he did when he came home was open up your blog again. He had to sort this out. When he saw that you had posted another entry he clicked on it fast, maybe it contained new information about his sons. After he read the title he nearly dropped his laptop, there on the top of the page stood in big bold letters : moving to Canada ?!