If Love is Forgotten, I will Still Be There

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.

I glanced around the room.

First floor, plenty of sunlight, large floor-to-ceiling windows.

From the location to the layout, everything was perfectly suited to my needs.

“Thanks, Dr. Knight, for helping me out this time.”

Conner hummed a response, his tone flat.

“I hope you can get better now that you’re back, Leslie.”

I forced a smile but didn’t respond.

Get better.

Those words sounded so light, as if recovery were that simple.

As Conner was leaving, he kept rattling off reminders.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

For someone with such a cool, distant vibe, he sure could nag.

At the door, I reminded him, “Dr. Knight, don’t forget that little favor of mine.”

“Contact me when the time comes, and also…”

He suddenly turned to look at me, his tone serious,

“Call me Conner.”

After seeing him off, my smile disappeared. I tossed the bottle of pills he’d left me into a corner.

Controlling my wheelchair, I moved back to the sofa and picked up my phone.

As soon as I unlocked it, a flood of trending news notifications popped up:

#Jameson Hall’s Rumored New Relationship##

#Top Actress Makes a Bold Public Announcement##

#Love Triumphs Over All?##

Each headline blared with urgency, grabbing my attention.

The window was open, and a breeze drifted in.

The wind stung my eyes, making them water.

And the tangled thoughts in my mind grew more chaotic.

I couldn’t pinpoint where this inexplicable feeling came from.

After a brief pause, I typed the actress’s name into the search bar, and more headlines immediately appeared.

With my emotions swirling inside, I didn’t even notice the slight tremble in my hands.

After composing myself, I hesitantly clicked on her social media profile.

Pinned to the top was her latest post:

[Finally found you. @JamesonHall.”

That sentence echoed Jameson’s hit song.

Waiting for you.

Found you.

A singer with both talent and popularity.

An actress with beauty and background.

It all seemed so…

Those words lingered on my lips, like poison, waiting to strike the moment they were spoken.