I broke her heart ten years ago and left town.
She hates me, and rightly so. It doesn't matter that the rest of the country loves me, that I'm a starting quarterback with a multimillion-dollar contract. Because when I look in the mirror, all I see is a failure who was too young-and too afraid-to fight for what I wanted.
But I'm not that guy anymore, and all I need is one shot to convince her.
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He has no idea what happened after he left. And now I'm supposed to work alongside him like we don't have this huge, messy history?
But I'm older now, wiser, and I won't let anything stand in my way of doing a good job for this league. Not even one overpaid, arrogant player who thinks we're going to kiss and make up.
News flash, buddy: I am over you.