He felt like hell for lying, for keeping his real condition buried beneath layers of smiles and carefree laughter.
But as he looked up, watching Ryley spin in the sand, arms outstretched as if he could catch the wind, Sean couldn't bring himself to regret it.
This... was definitely worth the price.
The sea seemed to quiet as Ryley's voice filled the air, soft but powerful, carried on the breeze that wrapped around them.
[Nobody's promised tomorrow...]
[So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night]
[Like it's the last night]
The setting sun painted the sky in fiery hues of crimson and gold, its glow illuminating Ryley like something out of a dream. He stood there, singing as if the world could stop and listen.
Sean's hands trembled slightly on the guitar, his fingers grazing the strings almost on instinct.