My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 0453

"You've been distant lately," Nina remarked, her fingers interlacing with mine, as if she was trying to physically pull me from my reverie.

"It's this coaching thing." I admitted, my gaze fixed on the horizon. "On one hand, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But on the other..." My voice trailed off, but the unspoken words hung heavily between us. The thought of being apart from Nina, even if just for a few months, was agonizing.

She sighed softly, turning to face me. "Enzo, remember when I took that internship in New York in January? We were apart for a whole month. It wasn't easy, but we managed, right?"

I nodded slowly, memories of those lonely nights flooding back. "It was tough, Nina. And now it would be six times that amount of time."

She paused, searching for the right words. "But wasn't it worth it? The experience I gained, the growth I

underwent? This is your New York, Enzo. You have a chance to shape young minds, share your passion, and make a real difference."

Her words resonated deep within me, but the fear of regret was paralyzing. "What if I fail? What if I realize that coaching isn't for me?"

She chuckled softly. "What if you fly? What if you discover a side of yourself you never knew existed? Life is full of 'what ifs', but you can't let them dictate your path. Besides," she added with a wink, "you're Enzo Rivers. You have a way of turning challenges into gold."

Despite her comforting words, doubts still clouded my judgment. We continued our walk in contemplative silence, each lost in our thoughts.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The next few days, sleep eluded me. I found solace in late-night skates on the rink, the cold air sharp against my face, and the ice providing a blank slate to etch my thoughts on.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session, I found an old photo of a younger me, holding my first hockey stick. That memory jolted something in me. The sheer passion, the joy, the hunger to learn and excel; it all came rushing back.

I remembered my first coach, Mr. Matthews, and how he had shaped my early years. I owed so much of my success to him. Wasn't this my chance to give back, to be someone's Mr. Matthews?

The realization hit me with the force of a slapshot.

This was what I wanted. Not just a job, but a chance to impact lives, to share my love for the game, to build something from scratch. It was a challenge, yes, but one I was eager to take on.

And with Nina by my side, even in spirit, I felt fortified.

With that newfound clarity, I picked up my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed Tim's number. As it rang, I took a deep breath, drawing strength from the memory of that young boy with the hockey stick.

*Tim? It's Enzo. I'm in."

His voice, filled with relief and excitement, echoed my own emotions. "You won't regret this, Enzo. Welcome aboard."

Back in the present, the weight of the silence in the room was palpable as I took a deep breath, the memories of the past few months culminating in this very moment.

"Hey, everyone," my voice was steady, but the fluttering in my stomach was undeniable. "First off, thank you all for being here tonight. It means the world to both Nina and me." I looked around, meeting the eyes of my teammates and friends. "But there's something I need to share....

I paused, glancing at Nina for support. She gave me a reassuring nod, her hand squeezing mine.

"I've received an offer to coach a hockey team out of the area," I started, noting the mixture of surprise and curiosity that spread across the faces before me. "After a lot of thought, and with Nina's unwavering support, I've decided to accept it."

There were murmurs and exchanged glances, but I pressed on, feeling the need to explain myself.

"This decision wasn't easy, and it's one that I've been grappling with for months. But it's an opportunity for me to mentor and help shape the next generation of players." I paused, allowing the weight of my next words to sink in." So, I'm stepping down as captain. For good."

The room went utterly silent, the air thick with shock and surprise.