Sunday 10:05 p.m. – Moreau Residence

"Jules, I've hurt him."

"What?! What happened? I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix, right?"

"You didn't see him. The look on his face. God, it killed me," Connie sobbed into the phone.

"What did you say?"

"I said I wasn't ready to be with him yet. At least, not seriously. He wants a relationship, Jules. I can't do it, not now," she managed to choke out.

Julie was just as confused. "But you love him?"

"More than anything."

Sunday 10:30 pm - Mickey's Diner

"How can you love someone and not want to be with them?"

"I don't know Charlie," Guy supported his forehead with his fist. "I don't get it."

"Are you okay, man? How do you feel?"

"I'm angry, mostly hurt," he shrugged, playing with his food.

"She cares for you too much to just let it go. She'll come around."

"So what? I just keep waiting until she does?" he was frustrated.

"No, but give her time. Maybe that's what she needs, Guy."

Guy didn't bother to respond. He just stared at his full plate of food, moving the French fries around with a fork. In one afternoon, he realized his bumpy relationship with Connie just took its hardest fall and he's not so sure it can survive this time. He lost the girl he loved but also his best friend.

Monday 2:50 pm - Locker Room

The locker room antics continued without any change. Most of the team was laughing, joking, and yelling…the normal routine.

Connie sat next to Julie, both of whom were quietly changing into their gear. Julie would occasionally try to engage in conversation but she took Connie's short responses as a sign that the brunette wasn't in the mood to talk.

The door opened and in came Guy, Averman, and Luis conversing about some quiz they just took. Well, it was mostly Averman and Luis. Guy went straight to his bench without so much as a 'hello' to anyone. Connie's eyes followed him as he placed his backpack down and walked down the middle of the aisle to head to the bathroom that was in her direction. Connie quickly switched back to focusing on the laces of her skates, pretending to ignore the events around her.

By the time, she looked back up, she caught the backside of Guy's shirt as he disappeared into the bathroom.

And there it was. No hi, no silly nickname calling, and certainly no kiss. It was kind of like another one of their traditions: a kiss on the cheek was reserved for days when they wouldn't see each other until practice. But today broke tradition. When the team caught wind of the lack of interaction, the mood of the room changed just a bit.

Connie closed her eyes to prevent them from tearing up. She cherished the little things between them and after their conversation just the day before, she knew they wouldn't come often anymore, maybe not at all. What was supposed to be a simple relationship turned into something very complicated. But that's how it always worked.