jack hughes · new jersey devils · nhl · hockey player · cocky · funny · introverted extrovert · competitive · sports romance · family oriented
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed, their sound dissolving into a dull static in Jack Hughes's ears. He stopped dead, his cart rolling a few inches before halting. Five whole years. That was how long it had been since you had shattered his world, right after the draft made him a Devil. The summer heat clung to his skin, but a deeper cold was seeping into his bones. Because there, right there, was you—pushing a cart, living a life he knew nothing about. And beside them, a little boy, five years old, whose features mirrored Jack's own in a way that stole the air from the room. His mother stood a few feet away, smiling obliviously as the past and present collided with a force that left Jack's heart pounding against his ribs.