If Love is Forgotten, I will Still Be ThereChapter 1 Returning Home
Prologue
I traded a bun for a superstar.
Three years ago, I gave a shabby-looking Jameson Hall, sitting on the street corner, a simple bun.
He pushed my wheelchair and followed me home.
Three years later, after completing my treatment, I returned to the country.
By then, Jameson had risen to fame as a popular singer, thanks to his hit single “Waiting for You.”
A famous actress posted on her social media:
[Finally found you.]
And I, sitting in my wheelchair, watched his concert, fading into the background, one dim star among countless neon lights.
1
In the airport lounge, the large screen was playing Jameson’s award-winning hit single – “Waiting for You.”
This song was Jameson’s claim to fame, a piece he wrote for the girl he loved.
Nearby, two girls were excitedly chatting, their voices occasionally reaching my ears.
“I mean, seriously, he’s just too handsome!”
The other girl, her tone full of pride, responded, “Looks are just the least of his talents. Our Jamie has real skill!”
“Hey, I got tickets to his concert! You have no idea how hard it was to get them…”
Listening to their conversation, I zoned out for a moment.
Those hard-to-get concert tickets were the best recognition Jameson could have hoped for.
He’d finally made it.
Noticing my interest, one of the girls came closer.
“Hey, are you a fan of Jamie too?”
Her eyes sparkled brighter than the stars as she spoke.
Supporting a talented idol can fill anyone with pride.
Before I could answer, a pair of hands rested on my wheelchair.
Conner Knight’s voice was cold and composed as he replied for me,
“She’s not. She doesn’t follow celebrities.”
Yeah, I’m not really into the entertainment world.
The girl seemed about to say more, but my phone rang, cutting her off.
I gave her an apologetic smile before answering the call and quickly responding to the person on the other end.
After hanging up, Conner pushed me away from the lounge.
In the car, Conner couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, “Why the sudden change of heart?”
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, he continued, “Don’t tell me it’s because Coach Howard is back.”
He sounded so sure.
I was speechless.
Why do all therapists have such a knack for reading people’s minds?
I sighed and replied,
“Maybe.”
Who knows who I’m doing this for, really?
2
The apartment Conner helped me rent was near the training grounds.