Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

Jaxon doesn’t need to know I was only crying because I had just realized—knee-deep in Red (Taylor’s Version)—that Taylor Swift will, one day, stop making music, and I’ll no longer have a soundtrack to my life.

Sunshine in a hug. Four simple words that describe every single person important to me in this room. They shroud the darkest parts of me in light, take my broken, tainted memories in their hands, and turn them into gold, showing me what it feels like to be a part of something real and beautiful and special. With them, I feel like I’m radiating from the inside out.

It’s in this moment I realize that, instead of remaining a temporary refuge for my heartache, somewhere along the way, Vancouver has become my home.