I walk into the locker room, my eyes searching for a crushed Connor. Once I see him, my heart breaks.
He sits on the bench, his head in his hands while still in his jersey. I walk over to him, taking a seat next to him.
"Hey." I place my hand on his shoulder. "You alright?"
He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands and places an arm around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.
"Can we just go home?" He asks, holding onto me tightly.
"Not before you realize that this isn't your fault." He pulls away from me, his head hanging low.
"It's just... I don't know." He sighs out of frustration. "Embarrassing."
"Why, baby?" I raise my hand to his cheek, trying to get him to lift his head to look at me.
"Everyone expects me to be the best and help the team win, and I just feel like I disappoint a lot of people." He finally lifts his head to look at me.
"You don't disappoint anyone. You only disappoint yourself, but you shouldn't. No one expects you to be the best, but they expect you to be the best you can be. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, you will never be able to disappoint me. You try your hardest out there every single day, so how could you ever let anyone down?" He thinks for awhile and nods his head.
"Yeah, you're right." He laughs. "Where would I ever be without you?"
"I don't know where I would be without you either." He kisses me, his lips soft against mine. I pull away from the kiss and let him change by stepping out into the hallway.
After a few minutes, Connor joins me in the hallway.
"Are you ready to go?" I ask him, walking down the hallway.
"Yeah, but let's go out first. I want to take my beautiful girlfriend out to dinner." He smiles down at me, taking my hand into his.
