“I love you so much, Summer-Raine. I always will.” He sniffs, his hands fisted at his sides as if holding himself back from reaching for me. “I’ll see you everywhere. In the bleeding skies and the sunlight as golden as your hair. I’ll hear your laugh in poetry, I’ll see your smile in the daffodils that grow outside my building. I’ll taste your lips in every peach and smell you in every ocean breeze. The beach is ruined for me now, as is every balcony, every wildflower, every splash of summer rain. And just know, my pretty girl, that whenever you think of me, I’ll be thinking of you too.”
