Alex Ovechkin

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"What do you mean, you're moving to America?"

"To play hockey. It's my dream."

"And you know my dream is to dance in Moscow."

"Yeah, but."

"No. This is bullshit." You yelled at your boyfriend. He was just drafted by the Capitals and would be moving soon.

Moving with or without you.

Alex was your first everything. First love. First kiss. And he was going to be gone just like that. "You can dance in Washington." He tried to reason with you.

"It's not the same."

"What about New York? I could see you more often."

"Just, leave. Go away. Go to America. Just leave me alone." You started to cry, pushing him out of your room. It was hard. Your ballerina body was nothing compared to the hockey player in front of you.

You shut your door, listening to his footsteps heading towards the front door. You tried to make it to your bed but collapsed on the floor instead.

You didn't know what was going to happen in the future and that scared you.

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