Holding On To The Memories ~ Songs To Stories Volume VI ~ By Britt Wolfe
Inspired By: New Year's Day by Taylor Swift
Some friendships never fade. Some goodbyes don’t mean the end.
For Maddy, New Year’s Eve was always magic—fireworks in the snow, candlelit laughter, and the steadfast presence of her best friend, Eve. But now, with Eve gone, the holiday she once loved feels hollow. That is, until a letter arrives. One final message from Eve, written in the knowing quiet of goodbye, filled with the kind of love that lingers long after breath is gone.
As Maddy reads the words only Eve could have written, she is transported through decades of friendship, memory, and all the small moments that made up a life shared. With her husband by her side and her sons’ laughter echoing down the hall, Maddy is reminded that grief and love are forever entwined—and that some people never really leave us. They live on in the snow, in the silence, and in the hand we still feel holding ours.
Holding On To The Memories is a tender, heart-aching celebration of friendship that endures beyond loss. For everyone who has ever loved a friend like family, this is a story that will stay with you long after the final page.
Inspired By: New Year's Day by Taylor Swift
Some friendships never fade. Some goodbyes don’t mean the end.
For Maddy, New Year’s Eve was always magic—fireworks in the snow, candlelit laughter, and the steadfast presence of her best friend, Eve. But now, with Eve gone, the holiday she once loved feels hollow. That is, until a letter arrives. One final message from Eve, written in the knowing quiet of goodbye, filled with the kind of love that lingers long after breath is gone.
As Maddy reads the words only Eve could have written, she is transported through decades of friendship, memory, and all the small moments that made up a life shared. With her husband by her side and her sons’ laughter echoing down the hall, Maddy is reminded that grief and love are forever entwined—and that some people never really leave us. They live on in the snow, in the silence, and in the hand we still feel holding ours.
Holding On To The Memories is a tender, heart-aching celebration of friendship that endures beyond loss. For everyone who has ever loved a friend like family, this is a story that will stay with you long after the final page.
Inspired By: New Year's Day by Taylor Swift
Some friendships never fade. Some goodbyes don’t mean the end.
For Maddy, New Year’s Eve was always magic—fireworks in the snow, candlelit laughter, and the steadfast presence of her best friend, Eve. But now, with Eve gone, the holiday she once loved feels hollow. That is, until a letter arrives. One final message from Eve, written in the knowing quiet of goodbye, filled with the kind of love that lingers long after breath is gone.
As Maddy reads the words only Eve could have written, she is transported through decades of friendship, memory, and all the small moments that made up a life shared. With her husband by her side and her sons’ laughter echoing down the hall, Maddy is reminded that grief and love are forever entwined—and that some people never really leave us. They live on in the snow, in the silence, and in the hand we still feel holding ours.
Holding On To The Memories is a tender, heart-aching celebration of friendship that endures beyond loss. For everyone who has ever loved a friend like family, this is a story that will stay with you long after the final page.
Excerpt From Holding On To The Memories By Britt Wolfe
New Year’s Day, 22 Years Ago
The apartment smelled like stale champagne and melted candle wax. Glitter clung to every surface—counters, floors, and somehow, even the ceiling. Maddy stood in the middle of the living room, holding up a Polaroid of Eve mid-laugh, her cheeks flushed, her glass raised high.
“It was a good party,” Maddy said, turning the photo toward Eve.
Eve groaned from her spot on the floor, where she was chipping wax off the hardwood with a butter knife. “A legendaryparty. People will be talking about it for years.”
“Because of the glitter.”
Eve sat back, flicking a flake of wax across the room. “Because glitter is the physical embodiment of friendship.”
Maddy raised an eyebrow. “That was the speech you gave right before you tripped over the coffee table.”
Eve laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Details.”
“Besides,” Maddy added, sweeping the floor, “glitter is just impossible to get rid of.”
“Exactly.” Eve grinned. “Like us.”
Later, they trudged through the snow to the café on the corner, breathless with cold and laughter. When the bell above the door chimed, Eve stopped short.
The barista behind the counter had rolled-up sleeves, warm brown eyes, and a smile so effortlessly charming that Maddy felt her best friend’s world shift in real time.
Maddy nudged her. “Ask for his number.”
“What? No.”
“Eve.” Maddy’s grin turned wicked. “This is glitter-level fate.”
Eve hesitated, then took a shaky step toward the counter. “One large coffee,” she said. “And…maybe your number?”
The barista blinked, then smiled as he scribbled something on the cup.
Outside, Eve stared at the name and number scrawled across the paper.
Sebastian. Call me if you like coffee…or glitter.
Maddy looped her arm through Eve’s. “Told you,” she said, smirking as they crunched through the snow. “This is just the beginning.”