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"Did you really think I moved on?" Noah asked. He stood in the concrete tunnel behind the rodeo chutes, his thumb hooked over his belt. We were backstage at the championship rodeo in Texas. I was headlining the concert after the final event, and Noah was competing in the bull riding. Neither of us knew the other would be here. I had walked down the tunnel to find a quiet place to warm up my voice, and I ran right into him. It had been four years since we broke up in Red Creek, Wyoming. We were high school sweethearts, and everyone in town thought we would get married. Then my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I couldn't leave our family ranch or the hospital. Noah had just earned his pro rodeo card and wanted me to travel the circuit with him. He said life was too short to wait around. I told him to go because I didn't want him to resent me, but when he packed his truck and left, it broke my heart. "You stopped calling three years ago," I said. "You won two national titles. You looked fine to me." Noah stepped closer. He looked older and his shoulders were broader, but his face was the same. He looked down and tapped the heavy silver belt buckle at his waist. It was the buckle I bought him for his eighteenth birthday, with his initials engraved on it. "I wear this every time I get on a bull," he said. "I never took it off, Ella. Not once." Seeing that buckle made my stomach drop. For four years, I told myself he forgot about me the day he left Wyoming. Believing that was the only way I survived. I spent months in hospital rooms terrified we were going to bury my mother, while he rode bulls across the country. Mom survived her cancer, thank God. But facing that alone changed me. I poured all my pain into writing songs, and now I headline arenas. "I called you every week that first year," Noah said. His voice was quiet. "You never answered. Then your first single hit the radio, and you changed your number." "Because talking to you made me want to give up," I said. "I had to sit in hospital rooms thinking I might have to bury my mother alone while you lived your dream. If I heard your voice, I would have begged you to come home. I couldn't do that to you. So I cut you off." Noah looked down at the concrete floor. "I was nineteen and stupid," he said. "I thought you'd come find me once things settled down. I never wanted to leave you behind." I didn't know what to say. For four years, I blamed him for walking away. Knowing he still cared made me angry, but I also still loved him. Admitting that scared me. In twenty minutes, I have to walk on stage in front of thousands of people. He has to climb into a chute with a bull that could kill him. Noah walked toward the side exit, and I followed him out to the competitor parking lot. He stopped beside his truck and pulled open the door to his living-quarters trailer. Down the tunnel behind us, my stage manager calls my name for vocal warmups. "Five minutes, Ella," Noah says, holding the trailer door open. "Just five minutes before I ride." You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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