Coaches daughter- connor bedard

Part 17

This one is pretty long

Connors pov 

As the week drew to a close, I found myself reflecting on the whirlwind of activities that had consumed my days. While I relished the intensity of back-to-back hockey sessions, there was an undeniable pang of guilt gnawing at me for neglecting my interactions with y/n.

Despite her persistent efforts to reach out, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was unintentionally pushing her away. Her daily good morning texts and reminders to stay hydrated were like gentle reminders of her presence, a presence that I found myself yearning for more and more with each passing day.With the weight of my responsibilities bearing down on me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for a reprieve, a chance to reconnect with y/n amidst the chaos of my schedule. The thought of spending time with her, even if just for a moment, offered a glimmer of solace in an otherwise hectic world.As I dressed for yet another practice session, the familiar routine providing a sense of grounding amidst the chaos, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I needed to make things right with y/n. The late nights spent buried in schoolwork, the relentless pursuit of perfection on the ice—while they were all integral parts of my life, they paled in comparison to the warmth and companionship that y/n offered.When her good morning text arrived, like clockwork, I made a conscious decision to respond, a small gesture that felt like a step in the right direction. The simple act of engaging in conversation with her sparked a flicker of hope within me, a hope that perhaps things could return to normal between us.With newfound determination, I seized the opportunity to reach out to her, tentatively proposing the idea of hanging out over the weekend. The response came swiftly, filled with an eagerness that mirrored my own, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the prospect of spending time with her once more.As I pondered the days ahead, filled with the promise of laughter and companionship, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of y/n. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, one thing remained clear: she was worth every effort to reconnect and make things right.