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“Wren, where is she?” I demanded.
His blond eyebrows came together. “I don’t know. I’m sure she’s somewhere watching the game.”
I needed my phone.
I needed to get a hold of her.
“What’s wrong? Do you need…”
“I need you to get my phone from my locker and bring it to me,” I asked and when he didn’t make any movement to leave, I sighed. “Please.”
I definitely had shocked him because his eyes went wide. Even then, he still hadn’t moved and with a clearing of my throat, he suddenly kicked it into gear.
“Yeah, okay, of course. I’ll be right back,” he rambled off before disappearing out of the room.
My knuckles turned white as the pressure of my palms clenching turned painful.
I needed her right now.
I didn’t give a damn about what she was doing, all I knew was that I needed her close.
I needed her with me.
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WREN
Blue’s Words
Blog Entry #7:
I’m sorry that I haven’t updated you all in a few days. I see all your comments. I see all your questions, I just didn’t have the words to respond with yet.
My emotions were all over the place as I was dealing with Hayes’s death anniversary and for the first time in years, I didn’t have the support of those who I was usually around on this day.
I struggled finding any peace that day, and whenever I tried to imagine all of the good memories, I was flooded with the pain of him not being here.
But when I thought I'd have to deal with all of it on my own, someone came to me.
Someone who I did not expect and for the first time, I saw a side to Mr. Hockey that I never thought he had. He was secretly the most gentle, kind, caring human being I’ve ever met and even now as I’m writing this, all my prior thoughts about him have changed.
He was there for me when he didn’t have to be.
He held me when he didn’t have to.
And I knew it would be a moment that I would never forget.
Even if I wanted to…
Seeing Mal get hit, I felt as though my heart dropped into my stomach. The second I watched him make contact with the ground, my immediate reaction was to go to him. I was ready to rush out onto the ice to make sure he was okay. I didn’t care if I would have slipped or fallen and gotten hurt myself, or gotten in trouble by the officials.
All I knew was that it wrecked me to see him get hurt.
He soon walked off the rink with a few other players holding him up, but once he was past my line of vision, I had no idea what happened to him or where he went. The game then restarted without him, leaving me in a mess of confusion and worry.
The thought of going to find him overwhelmed me, but I wasn’t sure whether he’d want to see me or not. Especially knowing he was injured. I wouldn’t put myself in that position to be blamed or yelled at by him.
So, I ultimately decided to wait until his anger and frustration settled to check in on him.
