The Best of Me

It was Dawson—and the us they created whenever they were together—that had made all of this both natural and inevitable. She couldn’t help thinking that the story between them was somehow unfinished; that both of them were waiting to write the ending.

All of a sudden, I knew I’d be okay because I knew that Clara and I weren’t done yet, and this feeling of peace just came over me.

The past was gone, after all, and the future was the only thing they had left.