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The black disk hits my stick and not a second later I’m already moving towards the net.

The only sound that registers is the sound of my stick hitting the ice. It’s just me and the goalie.

He thinks he knows what way I’m going to shoot but he has no idea. He hasn’t had a clue all night.

With nobody around to stop me, I wind and slap the blade of my stick against the puck and I see it fly.

Fly and fly until it goes over the goalies left shoulder and into the net for goal number four.

The buzzer blares through the stadium quickly followed by the horn calling it.

Four to three.

Four to fucking three.

Holyshit.

Holy fucking shit.

We won.

The Dark Knights just fucking won the cup.

Bodies slam against me and yells and cheers fill my ears and all I’m trying to do is comprehend what just happened.

I just scored the final goal in game seven of the Stanley Cup Final. Who the fuck even does that?

Me. I fucking do that.

The cup is coming to Chicago.

The whole team crowds together at the boards, everyone with huge ass smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes.

They can’t believe what we just did either.

I have no clue how long the pill up goes for but we eventually pull apart to hug the other people on the ice.

Skating over to center ice, I look up at the box where I know Chloe is supposed to be, expecting her to be cheering and yelling and possibly jumping up and down as much as her bump would let her.

But she’s not there.

The box is completely empty.

Not a single person in sight.

Almost immediately, my heart starts to race and everything else starts to panic. All at once, I want nothing to do with the celebration that is currently happening on the ice.

I need to find her.

I need to go to her.

A hand lands on my shoulder and I’m getting turned toward something.

“It’s time, dude. She’s on the way to the hospital. Jacobi’s brother called the team doctor. Let’s go.” I hear Christians voice through all the noise and it takes me a second to comprehend everything.

It’s time.

She’s on her way to the hospital.