I had spent my life mastering horseback riding, skiing, skydiving, and racing—better than anyone else.
I was always the most celebrated heir among all the families.
I couldn't accept the idea of never standing again.
My emotions surged uncontrollably, and I finally broke down.
I swept everything off the table in a fury, sending fruit rolling everywhere.
I tried to get out of bed but crashed to the floor, the IV needle tearing from my arm and blood spilling out.
I just sat there, numb.
Then, a familiar, comforting scent filled my nostrils. I looked up to see Kate.
She wore no makeup, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, and her eyes were puffy from tears.
She gently embraced me, and I felt her warmth, which brought me a measure of calm.
With the little strength I had, I clung to her tightly.
I pleaded, "I've got nothing left. Please don't leave me."
Yes, I was begging.
I had given up on pride.
Kate looked at me quietly, her eyes filled with a sadness I couldn't quite grasp.
She said, "Clark, I won't leave you. I'll stay with you through rehab until you're better.
"I've postponed all my work.
"No, I won't be a star anymore. We'll be just a regular couple.
"I'll be with you forever."