✍ Scribed by Dyken, Rachel Van
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
I was the golden boy. America's Quarterback. I was everything to everyone. Always available. Solid. I can remember how something felt wrong that day. And I haven't been able to get that feeling to go away. Not when I buried my child. Not when my fiancé looked at me like I'd been the reason for it all. Not when I look in the mirror and scream at the top of my lungs. Football kept me sane. But I've lost everything. And then I got a phone call. She was in an accident. She remembered nothing. A gentleman wouldn't fight for her, wouldn't remind her of the pain. So, I let her go. I let her live her happily ever after and I took all the darkness, all the pain, all the anger. Only, the universe had a sick sense of humor. She bumped into me. She pursued me. The beautiful woman I used to call mine. She said she wanted to make me smile. She didn't know she's the reason I stopped.
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
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