Hdsidelined- The Qb And Me -

“Go away, trainer,” he said.

His face was grey. Sweat beaded on his perfect brow. But he wasn’t looking at his knee. He was looking at me. HDSidelined- The QB and Me

“It’s Lena,” I said, sitting on the bench opposite him. “And no.” “Go away, trainer,” he said

I saw it happening. He’d blow off our study sessions for a podcast interview. He’d laugh at a team dinner, and his eyes would slide past me to a blonde reporter from ESPN. The whispers started again, but this time they were true: He’s reverting. But he wasn’t looking at his knee

He dropped to his good knee on the wet asphalt. It was dramatic, ridiculous, and utterly sincere.

“Then rewrite it,” he said. “You’re the only real thing in my life. The football, the fame—it’s a role. You’re the only person who ever saw me when I was sidelined. And I don’t want to be sidelined from you.”