Tears Won't Let You See the Stars --3--

The first month without Bryan passed by faster than I ever could have imagined. It wasn't easy, but my family and friends helped more than I can say. My professors knew what had happened, and did all they could to make me focus on my studies so I could graduate with the honors I had hoped for. When it all came together, I had too much work to do to think about Bryan. It was almost the new year, which meant we would be getting internship assignments at Pitt. Since my major was Physical Therapy and Sports Medicine, and my grades were far above average, I was lucky enough to be selected for an internship at a Pittsburgh sports team.

I was assigned to be a physical therapist for the Pittsburgh Penguins. Two other students were assigned as trainers and, unfortunately, I was the only girl assigned to the Pens.

Over the next few days leading up to the holidays I had meetings with Mario and Ray and the coaching staff. I also had to sign confidentiality agreements and had to sign an agreement that I wouldn't date any of the players.

My first night with the Pens was against the Senators. I met with the training staff at the arena early on game day. They gave me a quick tour of the locker room and told me what I would be doing during the game. I would be waiting in the runway from the locker room and anytime a player was injured, i would take them back to the locker room and treat any minor injuries.

Before the game started, Mario took me to the locker room to introduce me to the team. As soon as I walked in, I was met by a familiar voice.

"Hey! April, right?" Jordan Staal was lacing up his skates when he spotted me and yelled.

Every player turned at looked at me after Jordan spoke, which caused Mario to look at me confused.

"Uhm, I ran into him once. Guess he remembered" Mario knodded at my excuse and turned to the team.

"Boys, this is April Miller. She's a senior at Pitt and she'll be interning as a physical therapist with us until she graduates. She'll be taking care of any minor injuries you may get during the games so make her feel welcome."

I noticed Kris Letang was staring at me the entire time Mario spoke. I remembered how rude I had been when he helped me after Bryan died, and figured that was why he was staring.

The game went along fine without much work for me, but during the second intermission Dr. Burke called me into the training area.

"It's time for your first job," Dr. Burke smiled at me and led me into the training area, "Kris has a cut on his hand. We're a little busy so we need you to check it out."

I walked into the room to see Kris sitting in a chair with a towel around his hand. He scoffed when I walked in, so I tried to ignore him, grabbed some gloves, and got to work. I didn't say anything while I cleaned the cut, and I guess that annoyed Kris.

"So, you're not going to ask any questions about what happened? Isn't that generally what people do?"

I rolled my eyes and responded, "What happened to your hand Kris?"

"Not really sure, I guess a puck hit where my glove didn't cover."

"Why did you want me to ask if you didn't know?" I glared at Kris, who looked away.

"Why are you so angry all the time?"

I stopped what I was doing as I tried to think what to say, instead I acted like I had no idea what he meant.

"I don't know what you mean, Kris."

"That's a lie. Why were you so upset at that apartment?"

"That's nothing you need to know." I finished stitching his hand and stormed out of the training room, the tears blocking the faces of those watching me.

Can't, Won't, Ever Let You Go --2--

I reaaaally apologize for taking sooo long to do this chapter, another will come soon. I REALLY PROMISE THIS TIME! School got canceled for me tomorrow, so excpect a chapter tomorrow sometime. Oh, COMMENTS HELP <3



I knew I recognized this guy from somewhere, I just couldn't put a name with the face. He seemed really familiar. He didn't say a word to me most of the time he helped me get the boxes out of Bryan's apartment. Eventually, he got sick of silence, and spoke up.


"So, why are you moving out?" He looked at me curiously when he spoke, like he was trying to read my mind. It wasn't until then that i noticed his accent.


"I'm not. This isn't my stuff" I kept my face burried in what I was doing so I wouldn't have to draw out the conversation with a complete stranger.


"Oh," He confusedly tried to understand why I was doing this, "are you helping a friend?"


I didn't have time to respond before I heard running down the stairs. It wasn't long before shouting followed.


"KRIS?!?!? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!"


I looked at the stanger helping me. I knew who he was.


"Shit, I'll be right back." Kris ran out of the room and up the stairs.


Kris Letang. Pittsburgh Penguins defenceman. He helped me move my boyfriend's stuff. He stood in Bryan's apartment. Kris Letang.


I finished what I was doing and packed the last box, hoping to be out before Kris came back. I really didn't want an awkward 'Oh hey, you're famous' moment to erupt. I hurried to lock up and pack the car, but whatever Kris had to do finished first.

"Hey, need some help?" He was out of breath like he had just run to help me.

"No, I'm fine" I tried not to look at him, but once i knew who he was it was hard not to glance.

"Oh, um, well, I'm Kris by the way." He held out his hand with a smile.

"I know." I fumbled with my keys, not really thinking about what I had said.

"Oh," he put his head down as he spoke, "hockey fan?"

"Yeah, I used to go to games with my fiance..." I whispered the last few words, fighting back tears as I spoke. Kris started to say something, but a tall blonde walked out of the building. I knew this one instantly. Jordan Staal.

"Kris, dude, you HAVE to see this apartment......ohhh," He looked at me when he spoke, "who is this?" Jordan winked at me then looked at Kris for an answer. Kris looked at me confused since I had never introduce myself.

"April. April Miller." I started to unlock my car to leave while I spoke.

"I'm Jordan, Jordan Staal." He threw in another wink for good measure.

Kris looked at Jordan like he wanted to punch him, "Gronk, she's a hockey fan." Jordan looked like he had gotten hit by a train. He rolled his eyes at Kris as he walked back into the building.

"So, you sure you're alright?" Kris seemed genuinely concerned with my well being, but I continued to brush him off."

"I'm a big girl, I can handle myself" I climbed in my car, not waiting for a response. I started up and drove towards Oakland, every second passing a memory of Bryan.

Sorry its so crappy :( Let me know what you think tho! <3