Dmytro's POV

"Y/N L/N reaches the 60 goal mark, 110 points in 61 games"

"She's the next Mats Sundin"

"Her stats are unbelieveable"

"She is the best player to ever come out of Sweden"

You probably wouldn't believe all of these headlines. I mean, they are completely unreal. Extraordinary.

But in your disbelief, they are all very real.

This Y/N L/N player, she's the top of her own league. One of a kind. Every analyst has given her a perfect rating, and says that she is unstoppable. She has already broken records set by veteran NHL players at the age of 18, her rookie year. The NHL is even considering letting her be the first female to play in the National Hockey League.

I know all of this, because she is my amazing girlfriend.

She is such an amazing person, both on and off the ice. I've known her since I lived in Sweden. She does charity events, family skates, even does personal skates to meet fans. She plays for the Toronto Furies, one of the best teams in the league this year. In fact, they are playing for the Clarkson Cup this year, and I am going to surprise her.

I play for the Shawinigan Cataractes, a team in the QMJHL. We rarely get to see each other, but we manage. At least I was drafted by the Toronto Maple Leafs, so in a few years we will be much closer.
Despite having a game today, my coach let me come watch her play, and hopefully win the cup. I can't wait to see her!

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I am now sitting behind the player's bench, and I want to try and get Y/N's attention. The coach knows I am here, so maybe he'll help me. In fact, the whole team knows I'm here, so they will recognize me.
I start banging on the glass, because her best friend Lindsay is having a drink on the bench. She sees me and starts smiling at me, talking through the glass.

"Hey Dmytro, has she seen you yet?"
"No, I am trying to get her attention."
"Come to the tunnel, I'll get her to you."
"Thank you so much!"

So off I went to go surprise her. I was getting butterflies in my stomach, I was so nervous. We haven't seen each other in 6 months, just Skype, phone calls, and texts kept us together. But now that is all going to change.

I was standing beside the bench, waiting for Y/N's eyes to lock on mine. Her coach gave me a pat on the back, approving of what I was doing.

"She really loves you, you know," Her coach said to me.
"Pardon," I replied, shocked by the sudden outburst.
"You're the reason she's playing this well. Her own words. She's knows that you are proud of her, and she is proud of you. Her relationship with you has given her an inner drive, and I hope that she has the same effect on you."

I stood their stunned, and replied with a simple thank you.
I can't believe she thought of me in that way.

After that moment, I lifted my head up, and saw something that I've needed for a long time .
Y/N.

Y/N's POV
I was stick handling around the ice with a puck, getting ready for our game ahead. This was the Clarkson Cup Final, game seven. This is the most nervous I have ever felt in my life. I mean, so much is on the line. My teammates, this city, is depending on me to help out with a win.

I was so in the zone that I didn't notice my best friend Lindsay tapping me on the shoulder, trying to get my attention.

L- Hey Y/N, there is someone here to see you.
Y/N- Who is it? A fan, or my parents?
L- Go look for yourself, he's behind the bench.

When Lindsay emphasized, he's behind the bench, I knew exactly who it was.
It was Dmytro.

I spun around quickly, and our eyes locked.
And it was the most amazing feeling in the world.

Dmytro started walking out on the ice, and I bolted towards him from the other side of the rink.

He hugged the life out of me, and whispered in my ear,
"Miss me babygirl?"

"Distance can't ruin what's meant to be."

A part two and three will come out for this imagine, so don't worry about the abrupt ending.
I haven't updated because of school, and I know I give you guys excuses every time and I am so utterly sorry for that. Once I have a more regular schedule, I promise things will go back to normal, hopefully sooner than later.

I am so sorry. I hope you forgive me.
-Kelly