But Her Ghost Will Remain

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"When's the new album coming out?" Max asked. He had come over to hang out.
"Tomorrow." I replied, smiling.
"And you forgot to tell me?"
"Maybe."
"That's fucking amazing!" He swept me up into a hug. "What's it called?"
"Fashionably Late."
"Like the song. Is the song on there?"
"Yes, of course."
"Ronnie would be so proud of you." Max whispered, tears in his eyes.
I bit my lip hard and tasted blood. "I know he would."
"Sing some?"
"It's got nothing to do with how you look, just another excuse to write a hook. I'm letting you know, she liked my post up on my Facebook."
"You've got a beautiful voice."
"Thanks."
"He would be so proud of you. He is so proud of you. He's watching us, and he's so proud of what you've done right now. I just know he is."
I hugged Max. "You're my best friend." I whispered, voice cracking.
"You're mine." He hugged me back and kissed my hair. "I love you so much."
"I love you." I managed, tears soaking his shirt. "You're the closest thing to Ronnie I have."
"I know." He rubbed my back.
Sniffling, I looked up at him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Come on, let's go piss off Ryan."

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