Leigh Johnson

“Hey,' she whispers. 'I want you to know something. I want you to believe it so deeply it's the last thing you think about before you fall asleep. And when it's your turn to go, I want you to take it with you.'
The sun has erupted into blazing red. The warmth of the light touches my face. 'What?'
'Every second I spent on earth,' she says, 'I knew how much you loved me. It shaped who I was.”
― Ashley Winstead, The Future Saints