Guy and Reason

Epilogue (Guy): Only The Truth

Copyright © 2025 by GroveltoHEA

Now...

Sometimes, your heart seemed to be the most useless organ in your body. It didn't feel as if it was working right or maybe it stopped working completely and had become as heavy as a boulder. You carried this dead weight around in your chest, slogging through each day wondering if you'd ever feel lighthearted again. It could last days, or, in my case, years. 

Every time I had a check up, I expected the doctor to get a concerned look on his face and move the chest piece of the stethoscope around frantically, trying to find a heartbeat. It always surprised me when he looked up and said, Heart sounds really good, Guy.

How was that even possible? I'd destroyed it when I'd hurt Reason. Maybe it was time for the doc to retire because there was no way my heart was working, and it was even harder to believe it sounded really good.

It's not putting too fine a point on it to say seeing Reason stand up in the crowd started my heart again after three long, horrible years. I'd hoped she'd wear my jersey someday, but after the first game and then the second passed, I locked my hope away and took it as a win that she was even at my games. I wanted to fall on my knees for this woman. 

When I walked up to the stands so I could get as close to her as possible, I pointed at the woman I loved and told her she'd always been my Reason. It was the simple truth. Everything I'd done in the last three years had been for her. And now my heart was making up for all the lifeless years by beating wildly in my chest, but Eden wasn't done with me. 

After every high school and college football game ended, when I looked for her in the stands, Reason always crossed her two fingers as if she was crossing them for luck (But it's not for luck, Guy. One finger is you and one finger is me and we're combined.) and placed them over her heart, telling me silently that she loved me. 

After I told her she was my Reason, my girl crossed her fingers and placed them over her heart.

I love you, Guy.

I love you.

How the hell was I going to make it through three more quarters of this fucking game when all I wanted to do was leap into the stands and kiss the hell out of Reason? All around the stadium, the fans were screaming, and I didn't realize our whole exchange had been broadcast on the Jumbotron.

"The Monk is no more? Who's the mystery lady?" the announcers were saying, and that brought me back to earth. With a reluctant grin, I winked at Reason and went back to my team. But I couldn't stop smiling, even when I was on the field, and that may have freaked out my opponents a bit. I played my best game ever, and it was all because she'd worn my jersey and told me she loved me, giving wings to my feet and extra strength to my body.

After the game, after I'd had security escort Reason and our mothers to a room where they wouldn't be bombarded by the press, after the press got their sound bites from me, all focused on the same theme of who's the woman, Monk?, I finally got to Reason. Our mothers were standing to the side and slightly behind Reason as I ran up to her, grabbed her in my arms, lifted her up and repeated I love you over and over. The best part? 

She was saying it back. 

Words I never thought I'd hear from her again. Words that were working their way into my heart, erasing the heaviness and bringing back the lighthearted feeling that I hadn't felt since that time even before I'd cheated on her.

I finally noticed our mothers were staring and clutching each others' hands.

That very night, I took the jersey from Reason, and the next day I had it framed.