Chapter 1

Her Pov

I constantly walk the streets alone. I watch the happy, cheery couples as they walk along in that endless trance of bliss. the same endless bliss that I once felt. The bliss I felt for a boy who has grown into a man who is used to the flashes and the fans who scream "will you marry me?" or "I love you."

His Pov

I think back to those days of calmness with her, our whole lives planed out in front of us. I had come down here for the hockey, for the rush I get when I lace up my skates and hit the ice. Not for the puck bunnies or wannabe playboy bunnies. Unlike my teammates I don't think girls are here for causal fun or one night stands. That's what made her different. Everyone knew she really loved me. Not my fame or my name. ME. She loved me. Now here I am leaving a club at one in morning, drunk, with a fake blonde on my arm.

Her Pov