Fics like The Wind Carries what can not be Said

For as long as Macklin celebrini could remember, his life orbited around hockey. Around the discipline that came with it, the strain he felt build with every bad game, but also the sincere joy he felt every time he stepped out on the ice. It was always there, his training and passion carving the way for him to lead his team to victory. He knew this to be true from the time he first picked up a stick, to his time at Boston University, and now on the San Jose Sharks. But he couldn’t shake the deep seated feeling that something wasn’t right, his shoulders shook a little more with every game, his hands felt like they clenched into permanent fists. With every game came more issues, more things he did wrong, more passes he didn’t make, and more phone calls from the one person he wants to make proud, picking out every single problem with his gameplay. Rick Celebrini had always been this way, couch first, father dead last. And that fact never made it not sting when Macklin was so desperately seeking his father’s approval, just to fall short every single time. And it hurt, it began to chip away at his body, corroding the bone beneath his flesh, shaping his mindset for the next game that he knew would never be better.

Fics like The Wind Carries what can not be Said

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