Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again.

Michael Woods.

The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind.

After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant.

A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles.

So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private.

The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair.

I used to think he was forever mine.

But hockey changed everything.

What would he do now if he had to make that choice?

Me? Or hockey? Or both?