Miranda's pov
I'm standing on the balcony at Garth's mansion, my dress billowing in the mid October wind, sending chills through me. I can't stop thinking about little Brett. The little boy who died because of my stupidity. "I was wondering where you went." I turn around hearing Jason's voice. I smile shyly and brush a strand of hair off my face. "Yeah, the crowd was a bit much for me." I mumble. He walks over, leaning against the banister. "It sure is a nice night." He says. "Yeah, a real beauty." I say. My head starts hurting.
~flashback~
"Mum, I need your help." Brett gasps, running into my room and jumping on the bed. I smile and pull him down so he'll stop jumping. "What is it sweetheart?" I ask. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast but I am not tall enough. Can you help me?" I pat his head and hug him. "Sure thing pal." I say, picking him up.
~flashback over~
Jason's pov
I suddenly see a single tear roll down her cheek. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" I gasp, standing up to my full height. "I just- I just miss him so much!" She whimpers, covering her face with her hands as she cries. I hug her. I find a couple chairs and drag them onto the balcony where we sit down. "How about you tell me a little bit about him." I suggest, holding her hand. "I don't know if I can without being a complete baby." She says. I smile. "That's okay. You can cry as much as you want."
Miranda's pov
I force a smile and tell him all about my poor innocent 4 year old who had blonde hair and brown eyes, who loved race cars and country music and was never afraid of helping someone in need. He listens without one interruption as I talk, laugh, and cry. He's so easy to talk to. It just comes naturally. By the time I've told him everything, my chest feels a million times lighter. He hugs me and glances behind him. "Hey what do you think about heading home? You're pretty beat." I look at the doorway where the music still plays and the lights still flash and I still hear the sound of people talking, joking, and having a great time. I smile. "Not til we have had a dance." I say. He kisses me softly and grabs my hand. "I owe one dance to my lady. And I hope to many more after." Tears threaten my eyes again but I force them back and we dance. They played Eric Church's song Springsteen. "To this day when I hear that song, I see you standin' there on that lawn, discount shades store bought tan, flip flops and cut off jeans." I rest my head against his chest. All sound blocked out but the sound of this man's calm steady heartbeat and smooth rythmic breathing. His hands are on my back, mine around his waist.
*later*
We're laying on the couch back home. "You make me feel not so alone, happy. I stopped knowing what all that felt like so long ago." I whisper, my head against his chest again. "I know I can't grant your every wish but I want to, baby you make me want to." He says, kissing me again. "I just wish I could bring your boy back to ya." I sit up quickly after he mentioned him. "Jason, I would give anything to have Brett back but what's past is past. The memories will never fade. I will love him and keep on loving him til the day I die even if he's not here for me to be able to tell him." "Trust me baby girl, he knows." He says, encasing me in a warm safe hug that I don't think I could live without.
