Stars on Broadway - Morgan Wallen

Chapter 93 - Whole Again

The sound of crickets filled the warm night air, their quiet hum wrapping around the farmhouse like an old, familiar blanket. Georgie sat cross-legged on the porch, her guitar resting against her knee, fingers brushing lightly over the strings as she glanced toward the studio out back. Just a few months ago, that space had been empty, a quiet symbol of everything they were supposed to have, and everything they'd lost.

But now, it was different. The studio wasn't just a reminder of what had been broken; it was a place of healing, of starting over. And the song they had written together? It was the glue that had pieced them back together.

Morgan stepped out from inside, his figure silhouetted against the warm light spilling from the house. He moved easily, like he belonged there, like he always had. And maybe he did. Despite everything—despite the hurt, the distance—he had always been her home.

"Got room for one more?" he asked, his voice soft, but with that familiar teasing edge that made her heart skip.

Georgie smiled, shifting slightly to make room beside her. "Depends. You planning on serenading me again, or are you gonna let me do the honors this time?"

Morgan laughed, that deep, rich sound that never failed to make her smile. He settled next to her, their shoulders brushing in the easy, comfortable way they always had. It felt like coming home—like they were finally back to where they were supposed to be.

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the soft strumming of Georgie's guitar filling the space between them. It was amazing how music had this way of pulling them back together, even when everything else seemed too broken to fix. The song they had written, "Whole Again," had been the start of that healing—like putting their hearts into words had been exactly what they needed to find each other again.

"We did something special with that one, didn't we?" Morgan said quietly, his gaze fixed on the studio, as though he could still feel the echo of the song lingering in the air.

Georgie nodded, her fingers pausing on the strings. "Yeah. We really did."

The song wasn't just about them—it was them. Every line, every chord carried the weight of their journey: the mistakes, the heartbreak, the distance that had once felt insurmountable. But it also carried hope—the hope that maybe, just maybe, love was enough to bring them back together. And it had.

When they'd written the last verse, Georgie had felt it—a shift, like the final piece of the puzzle sliding into place. The words weren't just a reflection of their past; they were a promise for their future. That no matter how far apart they drifted, no matter how lost they got, they'd always find their way back to each other.

The day they decided to release "Whole Again," it was like the world stopped for a second. Georgie had been nervous—nervous to put their love, their story, out into the open for everyone to see. But Morgan had been there, his hand in hers, steady and sure. He'd always had a way of grounding her when she felt like she was spiraling.

And then, when the song hit the airwaves, something magical happened. People listened. They felt it. The way the fans responded, the way the world seemed to hold its breath for a second—it was overwhelming, in the best way.

The song spread like wildfire, climbing charts faster than either of them expected. But it wasn't just the success that made it special—it was the connection. People heard the truth in it. They felt the pain and the hope, the journey of two people finding their way back to each other.

They had performed it together for the first time in Nashville, at a surprise show that neither of them had planned, but had just... happened. The lights had dimmed, the crowd had quieted, and then Georgie had looked at him, just like she always had. And in that moment, it was just the two of them, like the rest of the world had melted away.

The first notes of "Whole Again" echoed through the venue, and when their voices blended together, it was like magic. Every lyric, every harmony, carried the weight of their story, and the audience felt it. They weren't just singing a song—they were telling the truth. Their truth.

By the time they hit the last chorus, the crowd was on its feet, roaring with approval, and Georgie had felt something in her chest loosen—something she hadn't even realized she'd been holding onto.

She remembered the way Morgan had looked at her, his eyes soft but filled with something fierce, something real. "We're gonna be okay, G," he had said, his voice barely audible over the applause, but she'd heard him. And she'd believed him.

Now, sitting on the porch with him, the air cool and the night settling in around them, Georgie felt that same sense of peace. It wasn't that everything was perfect—it wasn't. There were still things to work through, moments where the past felt too close, too raw. But they were getting there. Slowly, but surely.

"So," Morgan said, breaking the silence, "how's it feel to have another hit song under your belt?"

Georgie rolled her eyes, nudging him with her elbow. "It's not just my hit, cowboy. You had a little something to do with it too."

He grinned, leaning back on his hands, his eyes sparkling with that playful charm she'd fallen for all those years ago. "I guess. But let's be real—you carried us on that one."

She laughed, the sound light and easy, like a weight had been lifted from her chest. "Yeah, well, maybe. But it was a team effort."

Morgan's smile softened, his gaze lingering on her a little longer than usual. "You know, G... I'm really proud of us. Of what we made. Not just the song—but this. Us."

Georgie felt her heart flutter, the familiar warmth spreading through her. She set her guitar aside, turning to face him fully. "Me too."

They didn't need to say anything else. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the kind that didn't need to be voiced because they both felt it. They had found their way back to each other, and that was enough.

A few days later, the buzz around "Whole Again" continued to grow, both in the industry and with their fans. The song had become more than just a chart-topper—it was a story that resonated with people who had experienced heartbreak, who had felt lost, and who, like them, had found a way back to love.

But the best part of it all? Georgie and Morgan had found their rhythm again. Their careers were back in full swing, their individual projects taking shape, but this time, they weren't drifting apart. They worked together in the studio, sometimes on their own tracks, sometimes on each other's. The creative spark that had brought them together all those years ago was back, stronger than ever.

Every now and then, Georgie would catch Morgan watching her while she worked—his gaze soft, filled with something she couldn't quite name, but something she felt deep in her bones.

They were whole again, in every way that mattered.

And as they sat on the porch, the night sky stretching above them, Georgie realized that for the first time in a long time, she wasn't afraid of the future. Whatever came next—whatever challenges, whatever successes—they'd face it together.

Because they always had.