Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter Sixteen - New Perspective

((I'll be taking another short break after this update...))

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"Stop there, and let me perfect it. I want to be praised from a new perspective..."

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I was still heartbroken after having a real wake-up-call a few weeks back when I saw... Them.

She doesn't want you, Gabe. Who do you think you're fooling?

Luckily, I'm getting ready for a plane ride to Sweden. I can finally get out of this city lined with sadness and heartbreak. The only thing this city holds for me is hockey, and that's it.

The only people I might miss slightly would be Matt and Katy. Thinking of them sent a sadness through my body that I just couldn't explain... They were an example of everything I wanted in a relationship, but at the same time, something I'll never experience.

"Now boarding Flight 43," a lady said over the P.A. system.

I said goodbye to the little boy that had came to me and asked for a picture and autograph, because that's what I play hockey for, the little moments I share with the children who idolize me.

I grabbed my bags and headed to the terminal.

"Boarding pass?" the lady asked.

I fished through my pocket to find only a candy wrapper and my keys.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. "I can't find it."

The only things in my pocket were a wrapper from the sucker I'd eaten on my way here, my keys, wallet, and a wallet-sized copy of the picture of Katy, Matt and I after their engagement. I smiled to myself and slipped the picture into my wallet before being snapped out of my daze by the broad standing in front of me.

"It's alright, Gabriel," she cooed, "I'll let you go."

I was shocked. My eyes widened as I stated through her fake, plastic face; completely covered in makeup. The beach-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail made me uneasy, too. She was your average real-life Barbie Doll.

"Uh, thanks." I replied, uneasy.

She stopped me dead in my tracks as she placed the back of her hand against my face.

"And have a good flight!" she cried, rubbing my face up and down.

"Okay." I nodded, shellshocked by how forward she was. I pulled my face away and slapped her hand.

And that, my friends, is the downfall of being a rich and famous hockey player.

I sat down in my seat quietly, throwing my carry-on bag on the seat next to me. I pulled out my wallet once more, scanning the picture of us again. The way everyone smiled, how they all looked happy with the person they loved. It hurt me to see it, but it almost made me feel their happiness.

My thoughts were interrupted immediately by a female's voice.

"Is this seat 14B?"

The sense of confusion in her voice was clear, and the way her Swedish accent graced the words she spoke made me smile. I looked up only to see a gorgeous, naturally blonde woman standing in front of me. She fluttered her eyelashes, awaiting my response. I was too busy to notice, as I continued to observe the girl. Her blonde hair was straightened, and her bangs hung down to her eyebrows, which gave me a clear view of her piercing blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "Do you not speak English-"

"Yeah," I interrupted.

"Yeah, I speak English," I shook my head at myself. "And yes, this is seat 14B."