The Last Ballad By Wiley Cash Novels & Stories

Behind us the auction house burned (someone had lit it for insurance, or for us, or because some fires just know when it’s time). We disappeared into the city before the sun came up. He never collared me. He never needed to. I had already said yes. And somewhere in the chaos, between gunshots and monsoon rain, I laughed (manic, alive, terrified) because the word we invented in a lighthouse when we were seventeen had just become the most expensive safe word in history. Pomegranate. He stopped running long enough to kiss me against a wall while the world caught fire behind us.

Jax doesn't even know she has a diary. "Finally! I saw him today, he was as handsome as ever! He was preparing for their basketball team's play, that's why I didn't see him earlier because he was just busy. I wish I can wipe away those sweats from his forehead and arms. My love is so tired" Jade reads it with so much disgust on her face while the others are laughing and mocking Jade. "So cringe!" Mae squealed. "Who is this special someone huh, tell us! Tell us!" Valerie said.

she declares. Kent and Wiley hug her. “It’ll look spectacular,” Wiley says. “I love yellow, just like Dad did. Now, about the music–” “We decided to give your friend’s band another chance,” Kent says. “It turns out that the tavern brawl was blown out of proportion.” Wiley howls with glee. “Thank you!” I shake my head, smiling. Elayna looks less than convinced, but she doesn’t make an issue of it. If her sons are happy, she’s happy.