Novel & Cerita I Got This Feeling On The Summer Day

'Holiday Ohh, Holiday, and the best one of the years dozing off underneath my sheets, while I cover both my ears. But if I wait for that holiday, could it stop my fears? To go away on a summer's day, never seemed so clear.' ~ Vampier Weekend

Not the glare of a red harmattan sun in the afternoon. Not the unforgiving heat just before the rains. I want that early morning sunshine in the rainy season, that bright gold touch to the heavens that reaches past your clothes to kiss your skin, gently like an old lover. I love that summer sun. It reminds me of you— Amanda.

He can do everything because there is no obstacle for him to do it. There is no obstacle. No torture. I am not in his life. I continued scrolling and stopped when I heard a familiar song. That song echoed throughout the supermarket. "Feel like summer and I don't wanna miss you If we don't touch lips not an issue I don't wanna talk 'bout nobody else Know I said no love but I want to Feel like summer and I don't wanna miss you If we don't touch lips not an issue I don't wanna talk 'bout nobody else

Tabs labeled in her neat, obsessive handwriting. It still smelled faintly of candle wax and old hymnals. August. She could see herself as she was then—his cologne on her pillow, his voicemail in her ear, and the heat of a Tennessee summer pressing against the windows like it wanted to listen in. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I wish she touched me like you do.” The words hadn’t detonated that day. They’d settled—slow and smoky—until her ribs felt like cinders and her stomach like soaked gasoline.

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

Just focus. I scanned my notes... half-abandoned, messy, but still usable. The mixture already in my flask shimmered faintly. Not wasted. Just… something new. A start. Could I pivot? Build something fresh from what I had left? And then, like sunlight through storm clouds, it hit me. Not moonlight. Not mystery. Summer. The feeling of barefoot days and honey-thick air. Running through apple orchards as a kid. Laughter. Simplicity. Joy.

It feels like a promise. This is going to be a glorious day. The biting winter chill has finally given up, or maybe we’ve traveled south enough to just hit summer early. Maybe The Towers, that miserable, suffocating cage, is finally losing its hold on the world. I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. All I know is this feeling is new. I feel good. Happy. Truly happy for the first time in… maybe ever. It’s terrifying and beautiful all at once. “Lyric?”

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. --**--

She just quietly made sure I found myself again when I drifted, and then carried it with her like it was something she had chosen to carry, not something that had been placed on her. I did not know how to explain what that felt like. I picked up the camera from the desk. I turned it on and looked at the small screen and then looked at the room around me. The canvas. The shelves. The window with the afternoon light coming through it at the angle it always did at this time of day. I pressed record. "Today was a good day," I said quietly. "Summer laughed in the kitchen this morning. Crew came back from practice and sat on the couch without saying much and it was fine. Ruby came and took Summer