Goodbye Summer 2019 Novels & Stories

Isaac sounded tired, but he soon perked up once he heard my instructions. "Notify everyone that Shelton Group will be terminating all partnerships and business deals with Moore Corporation, effective immediately." "Understood, Mr. Shelton." After ending the call, I noticed that the screen of Vanessa's phone, which she'd seemed to have left on the couch after feeling exhausted, was still lit up. She had several tabs open on her browser, and they all featured travel destinations. Had she been checking out our honeymoon options? My heart softened a little. Did she prefer an island vacation, or perhaps strolling among some quaint historical towns?

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.

Summer shouted through the door, "Mason, show some restraint. You're sticking to me day and night. Don't think I don't know what you're up to! Stay by yourself from now on!" Mason was exasperated. He thought he had been very restrained. Inside, Summer was still fuming. True enough, beauty was something that could bring down nations. Summer crossed her arms and stormed to her computer. Just as she sat down, the phone on the desk lit up. Thinking it was her own phone, she glanced at it. On the display was a notification. "Xena's death anniversary is in seven days."

I felt a sick satisfaction and a profound sadness all at once. Caleb texted me that night: *We’re leaving. Dad’s freaking out. Something happened. I have to go*. I stared at the message, tears blurring my vision. I typed and deleted a dozen responses. *I’m sorry. I love you. Don’t go. In the end, I just sent: Goodbye, Caleb.* He replied instantly: *I’ll find you. I promise.* They were gone by Sunday. The New Hope Community Church had a guest preacher. Their car was no longer in the church parking lot. My summer was over.

“Cut the bullshit. We both know you’re not capable of falling in love. That’s like asking you to climb Everest without oxygen.” Before I can respond, a bright pink G-Wagon rolls up the driveway and stops right in front of us. The door swings open. Summer steps out in a tiny leather skirt and a leopard-print top that barely contains her tits. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she pulls off her sunglasses. “Babeee!” She squeals, rushing straight at me. She leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a damn vine. “I’ve missed you soooo much!”

The impending separation of them tugged their hearts. As the sun began to go down, painting the skies in the shade of gold, D'Andre found themselves sitting by the water's edge, letting their friends drink the last bottles of their beers. D'Andre's fingers intertwined with Maiari's, watching the waves whisper their secret to the very end of the shore. “It's been an incredible summer,” D'Andre said, there's a glowing gratitude but sadness is more evident. Maiari smiled, reflections of the hues of the sunset in her eyes. “Yes, it has. But you know, even though the summer is ending, the memories we've made will stay with us forever.”

(he-ey) I know what you did last summer Tell me where you've been — Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello A U T U M N I looked at the woman and then shifted my gaze back to Tyler. He did not look scared for someone who had just gotten caught sneaking a girl out considering he was still wearing his devil-may-care smile. "Hi, Momma! I was just giving directions to this girl. She seemed to be lost." He walked towards the woman and kissed her cheek.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

In the video, they were standing by the sea and watching the fireworks. Shane was carrying Arielle in his arms. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind Vera's ear when the wind blew it loose. Behind them, the sea shimmered with layers of golden light. Their laughter was clear yet distant, like something from another world. The caption read: [Fireworks bloom with happiness, lighting up the night with love.] My breath caught in my throat. That fireworks show was supposed to be for me. It was a part of the birthday trip I had planned for myself.

Caleb fell silent. After a while, he said, "It's my mother's birthday this Saturday. I'll pick you up then." He immediately ended the call right after he said that. It was as if he was worried I would reject him. Caleb arrived at Blair's place on Saturday. He had come early. When his car pulled over, Emma popped out from the passenger seat and called out, "Ophelia, come on! We've been waiting for you for ages." She was behaving as though she were Caleb's wife.