"How you feel about me moving for the big league, Reneé? Like down to Atlanta or some shit?" Salem asked, massaging over his leg injury where his ACL tore horribly. "What if something else happens? You can't move, Salem. Why would you want to anyway?" She asked, a frown coming upon her face. Her voice laced in a somber tone from his statement. "𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆." A bittersweet love story | 𝖢𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒: 𝗑𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌