As luck would have it, your time as a center for the Pittsburgh Penguins is up. But at least you’re going to Florida, that’s a good team. You think.

You haven’t even been playing for a whole season yet. It’s your rookie year. You’re expected to have bad games. Everyone knows that.

In the half of the season you spent with the Pens, you already built a place in Pittsburgh.

Your friends, your apartment you just bought, your girlfriend, and your best friend— Ronan.

As you are (quite aggressively) putting the contents of your locker in a box, Ronan comes up to you.

“You’re seriously leaving?” He asks. “I thought you were joking…”

As he speaks, he seems almost sad. But it’s to be expected. You’re sad too. More than you’d like to admit.