Are you proud of me? | G Brindley
trigger warning for discussion of death & suicide. not graphic detail but discussion nonetheless.
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The first time Gavin laid eyes on you, you’d just thrown a ball hard enough to have him dunked in a tank of water at the teams fundraiser event.
He was the little freshman that got put on the worst stand.
He emerged from the water, clearly soaked looking at your smug face
“What did you say about me throwing like a girl, Brindley?”
He smiled, an airy laugh escaping his mouth “I can’t believe-“
Your giggle cut him off “Are you proud of me?”
He smiled adoringly down on you, leaning over the tank and dripping water onto you drop by drop.
“Hmm” he fake contemplated “Think I can only decide that if you share your thought process with me… over dinner, how about it?”
You bit your lip “Deal”
Nobody had seen you before now suddenly you were around everyday.
Where Gavin was, you were by his side. Not that anyone complained, they’d never seen him so happy before.
The smile never left his face. No matter what was going on, when he was around you he was smiling.
The constant smiles and sickening puppy love lasted two years, until he told you he was going to sign his NHL contract and he didn’t want you to come.
The fight was heard by everyone in the house.
They cringed at the screaming, the vile words you shouted at him.
You didn’t join everyone when they went to Columbus. Luca had begged you to come, that you’d regret it, not to let the anger make your decision for you but you were set.
They all watched Gavin’s eyes drift between the group, clearly looking for someone specific. Someone who wasn’t there.
Back in Michigan you were watching the game, curled up in bed wiping your tears away every time he came up on screen.
You missed him. You loved him. You were proud of him.
You spent the evening scrolling through the dozens of pictures and videos from the blue jackets and friends who had attended the game.
Your heart felt heavy.
You went to bed that night feeling alone, upset and lost.
But you didn’t go to bed. Instead you took yourself into the bathroom and pulled out every bottle you could find.
It was two days before they arrived home.
Two days you lay on the floor until they found you.
Nobody knew what to do. They were shaking in fear calling the police. Crying for you.
The boys spent and hour arguing over how to tell Gavin. Half saying someone should go back to Columbus and tell him in person, the other half opting for a phone call.
It was decided, by Luca that Adam would tell him. Knowing that they wouldn’t make it to Ohio before he would see the news on social media himself.
Adam didn’t even know the whole story when he arrived at Gavin’s hotel room, he was still buzzing off the first game high.
Only to be brought back to earth when Adam said
“Gav… she’s dead”
Adam sat for what felt like forever holding him while he cried.
“I shouldn’t have left her”
“You didn’t know”
“She hated me!”
“She loved you…”
It took three weeks to plan a funeral. The season was done now and everyone was back in Michigan.
The teams post season vacation was cancelled and when trying to reschedule it, their hearts stopped when the agent asked “And what flight would you like Miss Y/L/N to be on?”
They all wore black to the funeral. Their best suits.
He didn’t. He wore blue. It was his blue pinstripe suit with the maize tie you bought. It was your favourite.
Your mom had asked him to speak and he couldn’t say no.
He stood infront of everyone, hands shaking and tears staining the paper he held.
He tried so hard to get the words out and everyone knew he was so close to just breaking down before he sobbed out
“Are you proud of me? I want you to be proud of me”
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