Hans
Emily unloads everything. I feel honored to be her confidante. She’s not the sort who’d say anything unless she thinks it’s necessary. She’s been drowning.
“You know you can tell me everything. Right?” I ask.
We’re sitting cross-legged on the floor with our backs resting on the side of her bed, eating pizza. For a moment, we’re just two friends hanging out. Of course, we are so much more. She’s been worried about me, spiraling because of that last second decision to steer the puck toward Enzo. I don’t regret helping my friend, but I should have seen the opponent rushing toward me. I’m known for my speed, but I’m also known for my game plan. Both of them choked during that game. f**k it, I choked during that game. It’s something I have to revisit – see how I can prevent it from ha
