Goodbye Summer 2019 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.”

They collapse on either side of me, chests heaving, the three of us a sweaty, cum-soaked wreck under the stars. After a long silence, Ethan unties my wrists, massaging the marks. Caleb brushes hair from my tear-streaked face. “Summer’s over tomorrow,” Caleb whispers, voice soft for the first time all week. Ethan presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to my bruised lips. “But we’re only an hour’s drive from your campus.” I laugh, hoarse and shaky, body still trembling with aftershocks. “Then I guess,” I rasp, “this was only the beginning.”

‘Guy doesn’t have a serious bone in his body’ I thought and shook my head at the gesture. As the guys and I made our way closer to the river we can hear music up ahead and the girls and Jonas scream singing along “Summer days driftin’ away, to uh-oh those summer nights.” The sight when we arrived was comical, seeing the four of them up on the boulder ‘singing’ into their water bottle microphones. It will be nice to have a day to let loose with friends and the girl I am really beginning to feel something for.

“Okay. I’m leaving then. Call me if you need anything.” Once he left, Summer picked up her phone and sent Tiffany a message: ‘Tiffie, will you be coming home this weekend? I miss you. I’m old, and I don’t get to see you.’

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and looked out at the gray, overcast sky. Autumn in Stonehaven was as bleak and cold as ever. The phone rang—it was Vincenzo. “Did you go complaining to my father again? Sienna and I finally had a moment alone, and you had to ruin everything—again! “I’m warning you: if you stick your nose in my business one more time, I’ll cancel every single one of your credit cards!”

She even attached a cute sticker of a little bunny. I just found it laughable. I used to reply to every single one of her messages—I couldn't bear to let her down. But this time, I not only didn't respond. I un-pinned her chat, tossed my phone aside, and went to take a shower. After all, I'd be flying into Hawaii on a private jet tomorrow. For my own solo vacation.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

I couldn't help but wish this night would last a little longer. "Well, this is my stop" Summer stated as her smile faded. "This is it" I agreed. "Thanks for the night Andy. I really enjoyed myself" she genuinely stated. "Me too" "I hope we can do this again soon" "Me too" I repeated "Well it's late. I better go in before my parents get worried." "Me too"

When we arrived at our destination, it was already dark. Summer Restaurant was a low-key themed restaurant. Walking into the restaurant, the waiter warmly greeted, "Welcome!" Britney glanced around the hall and said, "I was looking for someone! Stephanie..." "It turns out it's Ms. Hammond, please follow me!" Upon hearing Stephanie's name, the waiter became even more attentive. Led by the waiter, Britney arrived at the small garden behind the restaurant. The environment here was quieter, and from this spot, she could see the moat below, which was illuminated by scattered lights, creating a unique scene.

She trembled, her fingers shaking so violently that typing a reply became a struggle. Hera: [What is the current situation? Any casualties on his team?] Her emotions blurred into a suffocating haze. All she felt was a choking grip from this unknown fear. Morgan: [I'm not sure. No reliable updates yet. The wildfire is reportedly coming under control. Ms. Bishop, I'm confident Mr. Grimwald will be fine.] Hera closed her eyes, helpless. Only she knew Sebastian had shut off his phone long ago. She feared the tone in his farewell letter hinted he might have accepted this mission with a death wish.