Last year took me by surprise. I never expected to fall so hard for Kat.
I was the athlete. She was the older woman…and my teammate’s mom.
So many reasons why we shouldn’t be together.
In spite of everything, I wanted her. Until I said it was for the best if I stayed away.
That was a lie. The result: She was broken-hearted. I felt like an ass.
Throughout the months that followed, we remained civil. From time to time, we’d run into each other. Without knowing she was the instructor, I registered into her writing class. Still reeling from our breakup, we remained politely distant. Until, tragedy struck. No matter how hard we tried to bury our feelings, old emotions resurfaced amidst chaos. Kat confessed she still loved me, and then a gunman’s bullet ripped into my chest.
For months she kept a vigil by my hospital bed. My heart belongs to her, but I can’t offer her the future she wants. But when I see her moving forward with another younger man, a torrent of emotions run through me — jealousy, protectiveness, and even wonder…
Could I make her happy not just now, but forever?
