Tomorrow, I’ll be angry about him being drunk in the house. But today… Today he needs a friend. I pull him into my arms and wipe away the tear, banishing it from existence like it never happened. “You haven’t failed at everything.” “Name one thing.” I don’t miss a beat. “You made it into the NHL.” He scoffs. “Only to lose my spot a few years later.” “So what? Not many people can say they even got that far in the first place.” “I didn’t even win a championship.” His voice sounds so small. So unsure. So broken. It tears me up inside, knowing someone as vibrant and lively as him can be riddled
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