I thought Fiona was hinting that Wyatt might propose. After all, we had been together for ten years, and he had always shown his desire to marry me.
So, I didn't think much of his nervousness on the drive. Instead, I chatted away, excitedly planning what we would do after tomorrow's competition.
I talked about taking my parents for their check-ups, recommending Fiona to the Dance Association, and going with him to see that hit movie everyone was raving about.
The accident happened in a heartbeat.
As we drove through an intersection, a large truck suddenly sped towards us from the side. It came so fast that there was no time to react. Wyatt instinctively swerved left.
The truck crashed directly into my side.
When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. My right leg, from the knee down, was gone.
As a dancer, I could have faced death or even a life without a soul, but I couldn't bear this broken body.
I cried my heart out in that hospital bed, sinking into despair and even contemplating ending it all.
But Wyatt never left my side. He knelt by my bed, comforting and encouraging me, promising that he would be my other leg from now on.
Then, he proposed to me.