you and august had been dating for a few months now. but being a singer dating a hockey player wasn’t always ideal.

athletes tend to take things personally. every little loss they take to heart. but it’s not something non-athletes understand.

the end of the season is always the worst. you have to work your ass off through broken toes and other injuries just to insure a mere spot in the playoffs.

but that never really comes easy to august’s team. based on how much he carries the sharks on his back, he should deserve that honorary c on his jersey.

after a loss against the kings 5-0, he knew it wasn’t him. it was the coaches and his teammates.

august walked into your shared apartment, a scowl temporarily etched onto his face.

“you would think we didn’t get the first round draft pick with how bad we’re playing.” august started, his swedish accent so thick as he went on about things you didn’t understand.

“i have to carry the whole team on my back and i don’t even get to be an alternate captain.” he fell face first onto the couch.

he was burnt out, had so many unhealed injuries, and just wanted the season to be over.