The Last Song

She’d been awake for an hour, but she wasn’t ready to face the day.

I never stopped loving you, Ronnie. And I never stopped thinking about you. Even if summers do come to an end.
She smiled, knowing he was telling the truth.
I love you, too, Will Blakelee, she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

he met her eyes, she saw the young man she'd loved last summer and the young man she still loved now.

For the first time in months, he felt no pain at all; for the first time in years, he knew his questions had answers. As he listened to the song that Ronnie had finished, the song that Ronnie had perfected, he closed his eyes in the knowledge that his search for God's presence had been fulfilled.

I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you

she suddenly missed Will with an intensity that felt like physical pain.

It's Galatians 5:22, he said, pressing the Bible flat in his lap. He cleared his throat before he started. But when the Holy Spirit controls our lives, he will produce this kind of fruit in us: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

Truth only means something when it's hard to admit!

No, sweetie. Just the opposite. He rolled his head to face her. I asked you to come so I could watch you live.

But he couldn't answer. Instead, he raised her hand and slipped his other arm around her back. He stared at her, knowing with certainty that he was falling in love.