Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 36

This chapter is just a filler but I legit love that pic ^^^ he looks like an angry five yr old it's so cute

It's my fave pic of all of him I just

I'm sorry haha I love this loser

Anyhow enjoy !!! xx
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Milan's POV
I couldn't believe her. She had been on the phone legitimately all practice, and not once had she said a word to me about the message she left last night.

"Listen, I know you left, and that was fine. I know you promised you wouldn't seven months ago while I was crying into your neck, but I also know that sometimes it rains even when it's not supposed to and sometimes boys kiss girls they shouldn't. We tear flowers out of the ground just to watch them die and things change, so I understand if you're done. But please, when you're looking at all your old sweaters and books, don't forget to remember your three AM conversations, and look at photographs where we're smiling so wide it looks like we've never known that feeling in the pit of your stomach when someone screams "I don't love you anymore." Remember every kiss, every night you fell asleep next to me, every poem I wrote you, every song you sang to me, every "I love you more fight," every shock I felt in my skin when you brushed against me. I was never scared of ghosts until you left but now I see you everywhere and god if you're going to kill me please just do it quickly because I see you in everything and it's making it hard to breathe. I can't breathe."

I cringed as I skated around. We had already done all of our practicing, now we were just keeping loose. She was off on her phone probably talking to Staff Sergeant Douchepants.

"Looch, did you hear me?" Johnny asked, skating up beside me. I turned.

"Sorry, what?" I asked.

"I said are you gonna close your mouth? You'll catch flies. Stop staring at Dakota for Christ's sake," he rolled his eyes.

"Well...well she's in the phone with Staff Sergeant Douchepants!" I protested. He snorted and shoved my shoulder playfully.

"You're a loser," he nodded. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm the loser."

"You and Brad, the two single fellows living it up," he laughed. "I bet you two bachelors have a full liquor cabinet."

"Used to. Not after this month," I snorted. Johnny rolled his eyes at me.

"You need to get back in the game man." He skated past me. "Sure, I love Dax as much as anyone else on the team, but she's obviously moving on. I'd suggest taking a page out of the book of Dakota and trying to get yourself out there."

"I don't wanna though," I said honestly. Claude came out to the middle of the ice.

"SKATE IN, GUYS!"

Johnny and I started the dressing room. Everyone started changing as Claude started talking about the importance of the season opener.

"It sets a tone for the rest of the season...." he was saying.

Soon we were all getting ready to leave. It was about 11:00. We had been here since 5:00am. Johnny and I were goofing off and about to leave as Peter "Potato" Chiarelli called,

"JOHNNY, WE NEED YOU IN HERE!"

"Seeya, Looch," he grinned, waving. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach, but of course didn't tell him this.

"Seeya, Studchuk. I'll call you later," I nodded. He grinned again and sauntered into Peter's office.

Dakota's POV
"I'll call you later," I smiled into the phone. "Someone's at the house."

"Alright, seeya," Jared grinned. I hung up, as did he. I was too comfortable on my couch to get up, so instead I just yelled,

"COME IN!"

In came Johnny with red eyes and stained cheeks. I immediately got up and rushed over to him.

"Johnny!" I exclaimed. "55, what happened?"

"Two second round draft picks," he said quietly.

"Johnny, what are you talking about?" I furrowed my eyebrows. He didn't answer. "C'mon, Johnny Rocket. What's up?"

"After practice Chiarelli called me into his office. Said we had to talk. And uh...Dax, as of this morning, I'm no longer a Boston Bruin," he said softly. I, not quite comprehending what was just said, laughed.

"Nah, seriously. What's up?" I asked.

"Dax, I'm serious. They...I'm now an Islander," he said in a broken voice. I shook my head.

"Impossible!" I laughed shakily. "That's impossible! There's no way they traded...for two second round...no! There's no way!"

"I wish it weren't true, Dax. I'm an Islander now. I...I'm not a Bruin."

"No. No!" I cried. "Once a Bruin, always a Bruin. You can take the player out of Boston, but you can't take the Boston out of the player. No, Johnny! This isn't possible!"

"Dax," he sniffed, "it's a done deal. I'm going out to New York tomorrow morning."

"No. No," I shook my head insistently.

"Yes. Yes," he nodded. I enveloped him in a hug. He buried his head in my shoulder and I cried into him and he into me.

"I'm gonna miss you, 55," I mumbled into his shirt. He hugged me tighter.

"I'm gonna miss you more, Dax."

"This isn't fucking fair! This isn't...I know it's a business, but...you're worth so much more than two second round draft picks....Dammit, Johnny," I sobbed. He rubbed my back.

"It'll be ok. It'll make coming back to Boston even more special. October 25th," he added. I looked up into his big blue eyes.

"What?" I asked confusedly, sniffling.

"That's the next time I'll be home. Bye, Dax," he said, and he kissed my head. He stopped at the door.

"Johnny...."

"If you start to miss me, just remember: you can take the player out of Boston, but you can't take the Boston out of the player." He taped his heart with his index finger. "I'm here. I'll always be here. I love you."

"Love you too, 55. Bye," I mumbled, and I watched as he drove away. My day just hit the "this-is-officially-one-of-the-suckiest-days-ever" mark. I put my hand to the glass window pane and watched as he disappeared.