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"Are you ok?" Summer opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Reaching out she grabbed Asher's shirt trying to keep herself from passing out. "Times up." She muttered just as her whole world turned dark.

The way he left. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t look away. I swear I can physically feel the hollowness inside me where the mate bond between us used to reside before it was so cruelly ripped away. The band suddenly starts in on a cover of Blink 182’s ‘I Miss You’ and the melancholic soundtrack to my own devastation nearly brings me to my knees. “C’mon,” Vee demands, grasping my hand tightly and yanking me backwards.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

“ ‘Summertime.’ ” Conor smiled and ran his hand over his guitar. “All right, bro. ‘Summertime’ it is.” Titus counted them in, and they all kicked in with the beat, perfectly in tune. I leaned my head to the side as Conor begun to sing. You and me, girl, we were meant to be, Wave surfin’, sunset kissin’, Dawn ’til dusk, dusk ’til dawn, But you were a summertime dream, Never meant to be, oh girl . . .

She took the remote from the floor and held it, clearing her throat for about three minutes "Okay guyss....here goes absolutely nothing" she said and winked at Zubby 🎶I will always remember🎶 🎶The day you kissed my lips🎶 🎶Light as a feather🎶 🎶And it went just like this🎶 🎶No, it's never been better🎶 🎶Than the summer of 2002🎶 🎶Uh, we were only eleven🎶

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape 'Cause I'm not fine at all ~5 Seconds Of Summer The whole room goes silent after Lare says this and Rogue just grimace at us who are standing a bit away from him as if we are the very ghost sent to torture him before his demise. His eyes flutter and they remain close for almost a minute before they open back up and as they set on us, fear appears in them and he immediately looks away and fixes his eyes on the ceiling.

It was pointless. Midway through trying, the door opened, and my eyes met his. Callum paused, staring at me with a seemingly confused expression on his face. His eyes still spoke the same, cold language they always did. He kept his eyes fixated on my thighs, staring intensely. Gosh, this is awkward. I hurriedly shifted my legs to the side, trying my best to block his view and hide my wound. There was no way I was just going to sit there and let him stare at me like that. Plus, why would he want to stare at a bloody bandaged, infected thigh?

As I tried to go back to my memories, those seventeen years was less exciting than what happen on my summer vacation of two months. I didn't know that I was capable of getting out of my shell and to the world. I just realized how boring my life had been for the last four years. Those four years I have hold on to that promise that he'll come back with my necklace, that we're going to be united again, like the moon and the star on the darkest night.

He would never again be the child I instinctively protected. “Mom! I was wrong, okay? Please come back! I promise I’ll be good! I’ll listen to you—I’ll be your good boy!” By the end, his voice was thick with tears. I crouched down, meeting his desperate gaze. Then, slowly and clearly, I said, “Did you forget? Your last name is Larson. Mine is Winters.” “We were never family.” A flicker of something dark and satisfying curled in my chest. Maybe it wasn’t right, but it felt good.

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.”