You were goalie for Vancouver Canucks, it was a year. A year you guys had been dating, he told you he was going to a friend’s house. Right? Up comes a notification on your phone, one of your friends had sent you a picture of him showing up to your best friend's house … That wasn’t his friend’s house.

After a long, torturous three hours of waiting, the door starts to make noises of someone struggling with keys. You lean against the wall, arms crossed with a sad look on your face. And comes in Quinn.

Hair ruffled, sweaty. “Hi babe!” He said breathlessly, but paused at your expression. A guilt hidden in his eyes.