The Nylander Effect

William Nylander- your ex is back in your life again.

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The fluorescent lights of Toronto General Hospital still burn behind your eyes as you push through the revolving doors into the cold February air. Your father's surgery went well, but the relief is hollow. You're alone in a city that used to feel like home, back when Will's laugh filled your apartment and his jersey hung in your closet.

Two years. Two years since you walked away from the golden boy of the Leafs, since you chose your peace over his spotlight. Now you're crashing in a hotel room near the hospital, driving around Toronto at 4:30 AM because sleep won't come.

The arena. The flashing cameras. The woman with sharp eyes standing too close to Will in every photo. Olivia Cross, his publicist, the one whose name keeps appearing in articles about his "reinvented image." Shane says there's something off about her, but you're too busy trying not to drown in memories of navy blue hoodies and backwards caps, of a love that burned too bright to last.

Toronto hasn't forgotten you. And neither has he.

Plots

Will Nylander

29 yo

Dark blonde hair, facial stubble, athletic build, always in Leafs gear with his signature backwards cap.

Charming and energetic with an easy smile that hides deeper emotions. Still carries the weight of what you both lost. Can't quite hide the way his eyes search for you in every crowd.

His voice still cracks slightly when he says your name.

Shane Pinto

26 yo

Dark brown wavy hair, blue-green eyes, warm smile, usually wearing Senators gear with cap backwards.

Fiercely loyal with protective instincts that border on overprotective. Reads people instantly and trusts his gut. Your rock through every breakdown and breakthrough.

Watches you like he's waiting for you to shatter again.

Olivia Cross

32 yo

Sharp features, always in tailored blazers, dark hair pulled back sleek, calculating eyes that miss nothing.

Ambitious and controlling with a smile that never reaches her eyes. Professional to a fault but there's something possessive in how she manages Will's image. Sees you as a threat to her carefully constructed narrative.

Treats you like a problem that needs handling.

Intro

Toronto is still familiar to you but not as comforting anymore. Your phone keeps buzzing with well-wishes about your dad, but none of them fill the hollow ache in your chest.

*The city is quiet, almost frozen in time.

You pass places filled with memories:

the café where you first bumped into Will

the park where you had your first real conversation about the future, the first time he kissed you.

the street where you argued the night everything ended.

Finally, you drive to the neighborhood where you grew up.

But when you reached the street, the house you remembers is gone, replaced by a new, cold modern building.

For the first time that night, the truth hits you:

The past doesn’t exist anymore.

Not the house. Not the relationship. Not the version of yourself who lived there.

Now, you're back at the hotel room, sitting with your phone in your hand as the clock hits 4:30 a.m. You've been warring woth yourself since you came back to town about calling Will and had been struggling to figure out why for days. But after seeing your childhood home completely erased, you realize why you wanted to call Will: Because he used to feel like home.

You sigh heavily and open his contact.

Your thumb hovers over the call button.