A Summer Without You Novels & Stories

He dialed my phone number, but no one picked up. Then, he called Florence. “Tell me. Where’s Summer?” Florence remained calm and said, “Summer’s at work.” This time, she said the same thing as my mother. “Which company? I want to see her,” Orion said and got up to retrieve his car keys. “Hurry up and tell me.” Florence fell silent. Finally, she sighed and bitterly said, “Summer passed away from a tumor. “Back then, she didn’t want to waste your time. That’s why she broke up with you.”

"Gale! I really didn't expect to see you here!" "Well..." "Don't call me that!" Summer walked in front of her angrily. "Have you ever considered me a friend? You just left after graduation and disappeared without a trace? Did you know how many times I cried and worried about you!" Gale lowered her gaze and said, "I'm sorry." "What happened to you? You didn't even bother to tell me? I went to your house, and the house was sold. I asked your neighbors, and they kept silent. You were gone without a trace!"

This time Summer looked away. She spent the majority of the day in her room doing nothing. Her thoughts meshed into one another like different colours splattered and mixed on a palette— messy and ugly. The elderly couple had gone to work, leaving food and keys. Liam had said to call them if she needed them. Summer wanted to get up, do something productive, but she simply did not have the energy to do anything. She felt tired, yet sleep evaded her. --**--

I’m coming home soon. By 8 PM, desperation crept in: 【Summer, why can’t I reach you?】 【Where are you and Felix? Please, just reply. I’m worried.】 By 10 PM, the mask came off: 【Summer, I really messed up. Don’t ignore me, please. I can explain everything…】 【Come home. I can’t live without you... without Felix.】 Voice messages flooded W******p, each one a full 60 seconds long—like they were trying to drag me back from the edge I was finally escaping.

I’d rather die than live without her. I shifted and went for a run. A run would take the load off my shoulders, and I didn’t have the courage to have the conversation with Summer. She would kick my ass but I wouldn’t change my mind. I ended up spending hours out there. I smelt a foreign scent and spent more time tracking it. Ultimately, my efforts to locate the foreign scent were fruitless. I decided to return to the cabin when the afternoon sun hung heavy on my head. I found Summer sitting on the porch with her head in her hands and her elbows on her thighs. She wore a short blue dress, and her soft wavy hair blew in the wind. I felt like dick. I left her alone all day.

She had finally given her deepest love to someone who truly deserved it. Outside, the black sedan had slipped away at some point without anyone noticing. All it left behind was a patch of cigarette ash dissolving in the rain. Reid drove into the endless dark. The passenger seat beside him was empty except for a single Argentina jersey in faded blue and white, washed out and long since outdated, lying there in silence. He finally understood that he had completely lost the game he was playing, the one about youth and football and love, on that night four years ago. There was nothing left to win back.

✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧ I’ve been restless for a while now, constantly glancing at my phone. I’m waiting for Summer to message me and let me know if she has succeeded in borrowing Poppy from her parents. She didn’t want any of us—Love, Hope, or myself—to go with her, thinking it might make it even harder for Poppy to be allowed out. She always jokes with Hope, calling him the ultimate jinx. And since Aunt Baby is out of the country, Summer’s doing this on her own. Aunt Baby and Chloe left for Singapore just the other day.

Tessa's POV: From the moment the door clicked shut, I knew things were going to spiral. For goodness' sake. Summer’s breath came out in hitches in the silence, too loud in the large room. I pressed my body tighter to the cold floor, every muscle locked and straining. The recorder blinked once, then vanished into shadow again—silent, but ever listening. “Hey,” Summer said again, her voice fraying at the end. “I just… I need to know. About that night.”

"For meeting? How long?" "Ren, I'm thinking of bringing you with me." He stopped scrolling, halting in the middle of a digital book he saved to read. "Sure. How long?" She went silent for a while. "For summer. I have meetings to do at home. Most of them couldn't come to Canada and Japan seems to be our main place." "Okay. I'll tell Noah." "Preliminaries start in summer in Japan. If we are unable to attend, you can stay a little longer to see the start of the Spring Tournament."

Looking at the peaceful night sky through the window, it seemed as if a layer of dark fog had covered it. The stars weren’t visible, and only the gloomy, suffocating night sky remained. Ullysis turned and walked over to the display case, retrieving a bottle of red wine. He opened the bottle and swallowed a mouthful, not bothering to air the red wine first. This was his attempt to quell the frustration and anxiety within him. He sat down on a sofa by the window and tried to recall his intimate moments with Shantal. He desperately needed it to calm the panic and sense of crisis he felt about Roy. However, he realized that no matter how hard he tried to recall those romantic and intimate moment