Second Star
I’ve resigned myself to this station so long ago I don’t know why I’m angry about it anymore. “Vinny...you score the goals. I get the assists. That’s just the way it is.”
“No.”
“No?”
His breath is shaky, like he is trying to hold back tears or something. “The only reason I try so hard…is for you. I’ve only wanted to be the best because I thought you wouldn’t want me otherwise.”
No fucking way I can stay mad after that. I hug him tightly, but still, in the back of my mind…what would happen if I let go?