NHL Imagines {REQUESTS CLOSED}

ZACH WERENSKI

151: "I left everything for this, I left it all for you!"
100: "Go on, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

"Zach, please tell me what's wrong." Lately it seemed like your relationship was falling apart. You had spent three years of your life following Zach as he chased his dream, putting your own on hold. You transfered from Michigan to Ohio State, a cardinal sin, to be with him in Columbus. It was safe to say you would follow him anywhere.

"Nothing's wrong." He grumbled, brushing you off and heading for the bedroom. You sighed and followed him, but he was already in the bathroom with the shower running. You sat down on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands, wondering where everything went wrong.

Zach was always sweet, until he wasn't. It was like a switch flipped. Suddenly he was ignoring you, staying out late, acting suspicious. It was tearing into you, day by day. Slowly, you got used to it, no matter how much you hated it. You tried to talk to Zach, make plans to talk, go out, do anything really, but he always blew you off. Not this time, you were determined to figure everything out even if it killed you.

You ran over everything you were going to say while you waited. And when Zach finally came out in a pair of shorts, you were ready.

"Zach." You said firmly.

"I don't have time for this Y/N." He said going to the closet and tugging on a t-shirt.

"Well, you better make time. I'm done with you blowing me off, we're going to talk about this whether you want to or not." You stood in front of him, looking up at him, standing your ground.

"Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about!" The war had officially begun. You could already tell this was going to be the worst fight you'd ever had, and you weren't sure if you would come out of it with a boyfriend.

"You! Us! Everything, Zach! You quit talking to me, even being around me! You act like I'm an inconvenience to you!" It hurt to say it, but he had to know how you had been feeling for months.

"Maybe you are." He grumbled, trying to get past you, but you wouldn't let him.

"Is it me? What did I do? I want to fix this, Zach." You pleaded.

"There's nothing to fix."

"Goddamnit! I left everything for this, I left it all for you!" Zach looked at you, scanned your surely red face. There was no emotion in his face, no feelings hidden in his eyes.

"I never asked you to come." Those words broke your heart. You knew those words meant the end for you and Zach. You had never once since you met him those four years ago did you picture your life without him.

"If you never asked me to come then why am I here?" Your eyes followed him as he turned back farther into the room.

"I don't know, why are you here?"

"Because I love you. I don't care where I am as long as you're beside me. I would follow you to the ends of the earth, Zach." He slowly turned back to face me, an emotion you couldn't pick up swirling in his eyes.

"Don't say that." His voice shook a little bit, but was firm. He was afraid, but of what you didn't know.

"Why not? It's the truth!"

"I don't lo-" Zach stopped mid sentence, like he caught himself, but you knew what he was going to say.

"Go on, tell me. Tell me you don't love me. Say it and I'll go, just like you want me to."

He scanned your glossed over eyes quickly. "I don't love you." His voice was strong, unwavering in his decision. You honestly didn't think he'd say it, but he did, and you planned to follow through with your promise.

"Okay." It was all you could say. Zach walked passed you, not even looking back before he closed the door behind him.

You silently packed your thing as tears rolled down your cheeks. It was so hard not to pack all of Zach's shirts that you had stolen and kept on your side of the closest. You even left a few the jerseys with his last name across the back. You couldn't help but pack a shirt and a sweatshirt, you felt obligated to have something that smelled like him.

You gathered the rest of your stuff by the door before sitting down to write Zach a note.

Dear Zach,
I'm not sure if you care enough to read this, but I have some things I want to say. First off I want to thank you for showing me the kind of love I deserve in these past three years, even if the last few months weren't the greatest. I'm thankful for every second I was lucky enough to spend by your side, good or bad. Second, I'll love you tomorrow, I'll love you in six months, I'll love you in ten years. Thank you for the love I'll never fully move on from. And finally, I don't know what I did to drive you away, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't a better girlfriend. I know you can find someone much better than me. I'll always have so much love and respect for you, and just know I'm not mad or angry. Last thing, there were some things I couldn't take with me, so I left them with this note. Take care, Zach.
Forever yours,
Y/N

You placed the apartment key on the bottom of the paper, next to the Zach's first NHL point puck that he had given you. You regretfully took off the golden necklace with Zach's name scrawled on it in cursive and placed it on your favorite photo of the both of you. Zach gave you that necklace on your second anniversary, he said his first name would have to do until he gave you his last. It didn't feel right to take it when you knew you would never share his last name.
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I know this is terrible but y'all I'm freaking the fuck out because finals are next week and I'm fuuuuuuucked. Um yeah anyways I probably won't be able to write this week or next week until like Wednesday after I take my last final. Also I get my wisdom teeth out the day after Christmas so that's gr8. Y'all should pray for my final grades, but if you don't pray just wish me lots of luck. Good luck to those taking finals soon, congratulations to the ones who have survived, and a amen to you lucky little fuckers that don't have finals. Also maybe part 2?