the limitations of maddocks questions by viviolet
when shane gets the injury that would come to end his career, in the moment he’s just thankful he didn’t break his jaw.
or: shane knew, in the abstract, that one day he would play his last professional nhl game. it never occurred to him that hockey would choose that day for him.
The thing is. I didnt think I would be crying this bad at the end. I didnt even cry before the end if chapter four. But I just couldnt stop in the fifth. Fuck. I am still crying and still feeling this.
The other thing is that I somewhat know what this whole thing really feels like. Not in the capasity that you have given your whole life to it but almost everything else. And maybe thats the biggest reason I just cant stop crying. And the reason that I just wont be reading this ever again, never. I cant go trough this again.
Other than all of that. I really loved how this is written from Shane's point of view. I loved every single cap there was in the story, how it all seemed like a fog and how you were kind of just out of it. Everything happened there somewhere but Shane's brain couldnt process almost any of it. So the story didnt process some of it and you only found out about a lot of it later on
There has had to be a fuck ton of planning ahead of this fic. Everything felt just so peaceful all the time, kind of a really surreal way. Which yea. At the end it all just came crashing down.
To be honest. I thought this would be more about the life Shane has after retairnment and less about the months (weeks? days?) leading to retairnment. But I still more than loved this take. More than loved every second of it. Every word and every take and just every single part of this fic.