Novel & Cerita I Got This Feeling On The Summer Day

A dull, constant throb that was easier to focus on than the emptiness inside me. The bruises would heal. The cuts would close. But nothing would ever fill the hole in my chest. “I miss the butterflies,” I said quietly, staring at the river. “I miss summer.” ‘You always loved summer,’ Seven said in a gentle voice. “It was the only time I felt alive.” I remembered the butterflies, how they used to flutter around me in the summer, their bright wings catching the sunlight. I used to chase them, laughing, spinning in circles under the warm sun. That was before everything went wrong.

I blew out a mouth full of air as I fanned myself with my hand. Something like this has never happened to me, even with Summer, who was my fated mate; I never felt this way with him or anyone else. It was a strange feeling yet my body seemed to accommodate it very well. Why was I worried? Summer's touch has never made me this vulnerable and embarrassed before. We were mates but not once did a mere peck from him make me feel this stupid. What just happened?

It was a clear day, as there is no clouds to block the sunshine, and as if it saying that nothing is going to ruin the day. Summer is approaching. My first summer during this year is peaceful. No chase, no life threatening situation, and it feels as if living is so good. However, even if it is very quiet, I knew that a part of me is still missing. ‘And those are the people who sacrificed themselves just for the sake of the peace.’ I looked at my flower in my hands then heaved a sigh, before another sad beam escaped from my lips. “My husband will like these,” I murmured.

I forced out around the lump in my throat. "Yes, dear?" she said, handing me a glass. I took it with numb fingers. This wasn't real - I knew that - but I still felt like it was. Maybe for a couple of minutes, I could have one last glass of iced tea with my mother. I sank onto the soft grass, and Mom sat down next to me. "It's a beautiful day," Mom sighed. "Summer always has been my favorite season. I just love the sunlight."

Summer The rain wasn't just falling; it was a physical weight slamming against the asphalt, drumming a frantic, chaotic rhythm into my skull. My canvas sneakers were completely soaked through, the freezing water numbing my toes, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything over the deafening roar of my own pulse. Every breath I took felt sharp, thin, and entirely inadequate to fill the hollow ache expanding in my chest. "Summer, hurry!" Chloe’s voice gasped ahead of me, her hand cutting through the downpour as she pulled me by the wrist.

That thought—that ache—keeps trying to push into the front of my mind. I push it back. Chris and I will ascend tonight. Our blood mingling with our fathers’ and the other core leaders. We’ll be more connected to the pack, to the Moon Goddess. And to each other. I’m just tying my tie when there’s a knock at the door. “It’s open!” I catch her scent before I see her. Summer. My body relaxes—and tightens all at once. Calmer, but horny as hell. That’s the Summer Effect. And now that I know what she feels like in my arms, in my bed? It’s worse.

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

After the prayers, the kids left the room "So how was it seeing him again, how did it feel" Summer said looking at me. "I don't know what I felt really, I mean I had gone over it a Zillion times in my head, what I would do if I saw him again but my heart betrayed me Summy, I saw him and for minutes there I just wanted to take in his scent , oh I feel so stupid" I said putting my palms over my face and I stood up and paced the room anxiously again.

“You have beautiful eyes.” Meeting his concerned gaze, I came back to my senses, snatched up my shattered glasses, and fled in panic. However, that day, the sound of cicadas buzzing in the trees beside the school field lingered in my ears for a very, very long time.

I laughed, my voice echoing with playfulness, like the soft, gentle trill of a summer bird that seemed to fill the air with joy. It was this happy moment, like the tender, soft spot of a sunbeam on a summer day which seemed to nourish our hearts with laughter and love. We were in a world of our own, like the soft, gentle embrace of a summer cloud which seemed to envelop us within its sheltering and warmth.