Songs & Fire [Brett and Casey]

Let Her Go

Song: Let Her Go by Passenger

*Thanks to elizzoff on Wattpad for suggesting this song! I hope you enjoy it!

Author's Note: And, thank you to everyone this week! You have all been amazing! Thank you so much for the votes, comments, reviews, favorites, follows, and more this week! I honestly don't know how I updated every day in December; I felt like I was driving the struggle bus this week! Lol! Hopefully, I won't take near as long to update next time. But, make sure you check out my new story 'Recovering'; I will be updating that once a week for as long as I can.

Thank you all again! Enjoy!

*This is set at the beginning of season eight when Sylvie was still in Fowlerton.

Well you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go

"Hey, Emily!"

Matt popped his head up and looked in every direction as soon as he heard Sylvie's voice on Emily's phone. His breathing stopped when he saw her face on the phone screen. She looked so...gorgeous. Though, every time he had ever seen her she was gorgeous; even when she had worked a twenty-four-hour shift and was bone-tired she was gorgeous.

"Casey!" Yelled Emily from across the room.

Matt shook his head and tore himself away from his daydreaming about a certain blonde who was more than a couple of hours away. "Ummm...yeah, sorry. What's up?"

Emily looked at Stella and the two shared a smile before she answered Casey, who was still across the room and holding his shift bag, "Brett said to tell you, hi."

Matt smiled and said, "Uhhh, please tell her I said hi back next time you talk to her,"

Emily and Stella both smiled and watched him walk into the kitchen. They looked at each other and both whispered, "Oh, we will." before they burst into a fit of giggles.

Both of them knew how much Sylvie and Matt liked each other. It was practically torture for them to see the way they both danced around their feelings right before she left. If they had it their way Sylvie would have never left and she and Matt would be happy together. I mean, it was stupidly obvious. Right? Well, maybe not for them.

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

"You're really leaving tomorrow." Commented Matt as he slid next to a casted-armed Sylvie on a bar stool at Molly's.

Sylvie smiled and sat down her water with her good hand before she turned and gave him her full attention. "Hey, I've been waiting to talk to you all night. I...I didn't want to leave without having the chance to say goodbye in person."