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were the ex -football star in me, his prom queen wife.
Everybody's sweetheart.
Perfect couple.
Living life in a glass bubble.
Everything going as planned.
Perfect. Like clockwork.
That is until that pretty little glass bubble began to crack.
It's been a whole year since Billy won the Super Bowl and retired from the
They said the transition would be rough, and it has been very rough.
He was okay for a while, but he'd been a star for so long.
And although people still recognize him and love him, he just doesn't believe in
himself anymore.
He's lost his footing so far.
Inside, he's empty.
Good luck to me, Mr. R.
Billy, no.
Belly, baby, are you okay?
Belly, baby, it's always okay.
Are you okay?
We'll keep going.
My name is Angel.
There's no sense in running after him.
Come out now.
My name is Angel.
The devil has his hand wrapped around your husband's heart.
There is so much that Billy wants to tell you.
He just doesn't know how.
Sometimes Billy just doesn't know how to say it.
Like a little boy.
It hurts, Billy.
But I know it hurts him more.
What is love?
Not now.
Tell me about that.
Do you think it's possible to love totally at seven years old?
Yes.
I was seven.
My family had just moved from Iowa to Kansas, and he lived across the street.
It was Sunday, and his family came over to introduce themselves after church,
and he came with them.
I couldn't even look him in the eye.
So sweet, with his hair slicked back, dressed in a Sunday best.
I couldn't talk.
He just smiled that beautiful smile.
It's love at first sight.
A couple weeks later, it was Halloween.
My mother made me the most beautiful dress imaginable.
I dreamed of being a fairy princess.
So a fairy princess I became.
Then there he was at the front door. He was dressed as a football player.
He stared straight at me.
So I kissed him.
And that was it.
I never kissed another man.
We were freshmen in college.
He had just started and won his first game.
We were so happy, so in love.
Afterwards, we went to a party to celebrate, and we lasted maybe ten
before we found this little closet to sneak into.
I never felt so in love.
Totally in love with anyone in my life.
into the forbidden zone.
Time
in
the forbidden zone are punishable by execution and transgression.
It's beautiful.
Exactly like the one my mother made for me.
It is perfect.
Wear it and think only good thoughts of the two of you together.
Keep them positive.
Pure.
How do you feel, Mrs. Barb?
I feel stronger.
Good.
Give me your hand.
Close your eyes.
Can you feel?
What do you mean?
Concentrate.
I see people dancing.
Red light.
A room.
Beautiful room.
Body.
Naked body.
They can't see you.
They can't hear you.
Do you love Billy?
Yes. Do you want him back?
Yes.
Then don't question so much.
Just close your eyes and go to him.
Magic is like love.
It can hear anything.
It can hear things we don't even think it's possible to share.
Billy Barr.
Questions?
For better or worse, in thickness and health, till death do us part.
Words to live by, red shoes.
Words to fight for.
Till death do us part, son.
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