A Summer To Remember Book Novels & Stories

He was afraid he might die before he could confess his feelings and give me the perfect proposal he had promised me. That was why he kept reminding himself to go to Fall University and confess to me on Richmond Road—the place where he had first met me, and it was true love at first sight. Yet ironically, the repeated reminder was the very reason that caused his memory loss. Now, three years had passed, and I had suffered so much, living with a version of Ethan whose memories were frozen at eighteen years old. No one understood better than him that eighteen-year-old Ethan had been a complete jerk, just wearing a mask of obedience.

Do you really not remember, Mason? He said, "The child Theo saved back then should be about your age now." The wind roared around me. I stood there, completely stunned. In my memory, the scenes from my childhood had always been blurry. Maybe because of my brain's self-protection, I'd automatically erased that terrifying, painful memory filled with despair. But Theo had never forgotten. Across ten years and an overlap of time, he'd saved me again. I looked at the words written on the unfolded paper fortune teller.

"Who wants what?" We placed our orders, and Ariana and Devon volunteered to brave the food truck lines. The rest of us settled into a comfortable conversation about nothing important: favorite beaches, worst sunburn stories, childhood summer memories. "Remember that summer we went to Coney Island and you got so sunburned you couldn't wear a bra for a week?" Hazel reminded me, giggling. I groaned. "Don't remind me. I had to wear band t-shirts to my internship." "Corporate rebellion at its finest," Nathaniel laughed.

Aurora POV I look at Summer as she falters and tears gush out of her eyes. I cannot help but engulf her in a big hug. Whatever she saw, it is gut wrenching. However, I have to urge her to carry von, however selfish it is. It is that part of my memory that I have never got to recover. For this once I have to be selfish.

A gust of wind blew through the camp. Far beyond the firelight, a small book opened itself. And somewhere deep in its middle, a blank page filled with new words: “She remembered. And because she remembered, the world changed.”

I picked up a cup from the nearest surface and put it back down and stood there. He was right. She was going to wake up tomorrow and she was going to remember. She always remembered. Summer Ashford forgets nothing. I had really, genuinely, completely messed this up.

Barbara joined them soon after. “Should I drop you off?” Barbara offered. Summer shook her head. She needed to clear her head, and a walk was the best option for that. ~~~~~ As she strolled small snippets, ones that she had hard time remembering last night, came back to her. The attacker had mentioned something about ‘the book’. What book were they referring to? She frowned. Was it the one that she possessed? But what was so special about a tattered book, the contents of which she hadn’t been able to decipher until now. Was it something valuable that she had been keeping?

"That's why I wanted you to have a similar experience. I hope you also remember this moment forever." Again, Summer chuckled. "You don't have to worry, Daddy. I'm a smart kid. I can remember things easily," she put her finger on her temple. Then, she added, "Even without a special welcome, I will still remember this day perfectly. Because this is my first day living in your house, together!" Summer stretched her arms with a bright smile. Everyone was excited about her. "Thank you, Baby. You are indeed a good child," Louis kissed the top of her head.

I say, pointing at the box. “I have my ways.” I clasp my hand over my mouth, not sure how to respond. “Everything is just so amazing.” I don’t know where to look, or what to do next. “How did you remember?” I ask him. Xavier simply shrugs. “I remember everything involving you. I remember how every summer your family would invite me to go to the cottage. I remember how we would sit out at night in the beds of the trucks, as we would watch a movie that we projected along the side of the house. It was always one of the best parts about summer.”

It feels like the first week of summer all over again where we hosted this Welcome party. Now we're hosting another, and this time it's a send-off party. The kind of gathering where we say goodbyes to the friends we made over the holidays. I overhear a couple promising each other to call and text everyday, some breaking up because they can't commit to a long distance relationship. I can't even find Noah anywhere, and I'm nervous about how we'll end up after this summer. I don't want to be remembered as some random girl he hooked up with during a summer vacation in Hawaii. Yes, I want to be remembered, but not that way.