Shey Stahl

Everlasting Light Shey Stahl

I knew of Beau Ryland long before he was seducing women all over the world with that sexy rasp. I'll admit, I was obsessed with him. When I met him alongside the red clay banks of that Alabama lake, I literally stumbled into his arms. He smiled, and I was bright red with embarrassment but it was enough. For one weekend that summer, we were carefree and lost under the southern stars. He showed me there was more to him than a country singer with a reputation. The Beau Ryland I got to know wasn't anything like the image he created. And as he whispered against my sunburnt skin, a promise of forever, I believed him. Just when I thought we had our happy ever after, a devastating loss tore us apart. His promise of forever couldn't take away my pain and now all I'm left with is the familiar rasp of his voice over the radio. I'm afraid to let go, and he won't let me. When I think I've moved on, his number one single hits the top of the charts and I'm reminded of a love we used to have. I don't want his voice to be one I used to know, but I couldn't hold him back when we were worlds apart. I wanted the whispered promises of forever, his breath teasing my skin. The last thing we need is more heartache, but is that enough to be everlasting?