There's an awful video of me on YouTube.com, titled Dumas, her life is over! which was taped by some amateur during my first Olympic tryouts and has had quite a bit of traffic-like all videos of humiliated people do. This is where the exact moment that my life shattered around me was perfectly immortalized on film and can now be played and replayed, over and over, so the world can watch for their enjoyment.

I've fallen in love a hundred times in my life! But never like you. So I wonder if I really fell or just tripped, you know?

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

His dark hair is perfectly recklessly up today, those tanned muscles flexing as he extends out his arms and does his little turn. And here I am, my breath caught between my lungs and my lips as he turns around and scans the crowd. As soon as he spots me, his eyes come alive, as alive as I feel when he smiles at me. He holds my gaze while those dimples flash, and I swear he stares at me in a way that makes me feel that I am the only woman here.

God, I want to die in you.

Remy you're my king." I hug him hard. "There's no chess game for me without you.

You can't, Brooke, you can't leave. You're mine