Rewrite Our Story (Sutten Mountain, #1)

by Kat Singleton

When it’s time, I’ll meet you in a field of marigolds. Just like the one you were named after.”

“Wake me up anytime you need.”

For a few short seconds, I remember why I gave her the nickname Goldie in the first place. Aside from it being a shortened version of her name, she always reminded me of the sun. She brought light into my life. And for right now, even if it’s only for a brief moment, she brings a little bit of light into a darkness.

Sometimes when you’re grieving you don’t want to be told things will get better. You just want to feel the pain without people making false promises. With death nothing gets better. They’re still gone. Things just get more tolerable to deal with.

She’s always been my kryptonite, my favorite drug and sobriety was never an option.

“I’m tired of pretending that my day doesn’t begin and end with thoughts of you,” he admits,

I need to know if he still tastes like mine.