TY
March 10
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Puck after puck, I kept hitting them into the goal.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Practice had finished two hours ago, but I wasn't slowing down anytime soon. Hockey was the only thing that could take my mind off everything, and if being on the ice would help me forget, then so be it.
For the past week and a half, most of my free time had been spent at the rink. My muscles were being pushed to their breaking point, but I just couldn't stop.
"You need to stop," Seth said, walking out onto the ice.
"I'm practicing," I replied.
"That's all you've been doing for the past two weeks."
"It's only been a week and a half," I said sharply.
"Ty, you're going to hurt yourself," he sighed. "You shouldn't be practicing, like, six hours a day. It's not healthy."
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