It's Not Summer Without You Pages Novels & Stories

She looked for a while, fingers trailing across titles, eyes scanning. Then she stopped. Her hand hovered, then grabbed it. A thin book. Black leather, no title on the spine. Worn at the edges like it’d been opened too many times. She opened it and it was the exact page she was looking for. Like the book knew. Sarah read a couple lines. Her lips moved silently over the words. She fearfully closed it. The thump was loud in the quiet room. Sarah swallowed hard. Her throat clicked. The red was still in her eyes, reflected in the dark window across from her.

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.

Their faces flash, and Goddess are they beautiful, perfection walking the earth meant to torment me. Those idiots have been different since we stepped foot in Willowa to retrieve Nora. They’ve been reserved. All the progress we made prior is gone and I have no way to repair it. Neither of them will tell me what they’re fighting about, but whatever it is, it’s squashed any hope I had. “You’re going to have to leave this house. We can’t stay in this room forever.” Summer huffs, begging for a run. She has been cooped up for days and she hates it.

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

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Mark strode over, but before he reached the bedside, Summer grabbed his hand. Her hand was still felt so soft, but her palm felt hot. He looked down and saw that her palm was redder and felt hotter than that of Charlotte. His deep eyes moved as he stood on the spot. He started to understand why Summer did what she did. “Do you remember what I told you before?” she asked Charlotte, her expression as cold as usual. “I must not go to places with a lot of traffic, near water and play with fire without Mommy…” she spoke haltingly as she whimpered. She did not dare to cry.

I steered the conversation away, my mood slightly subdued. Summer’s expression shifted at the mention of Ignatz, her eyes showing hesitation. "Come on, we’re best friends. There shouldn't be any secrets between us, right?” I nudged her, a bit irritated but mostly just showing concern for her love life. "I’m not sure about my feelings for Ignatz. I like him, but I'm not entirely sure if it's in a romantic sense." Summer’s previous heartbreak with Claude had made her cautious, understandably so. Despite her composed exterior, that experience had deeply affected her.

She was concerned for Kelly and didn't want to miss a chance to uncover the truth. However, Kelly maintained her stance. Her eyes were filled with panic, her face tense. She didn't respond to Summer's question. Instead, she waved her arms frantically, urging Summer to leave. Summer had no choice but to leave. No matter what she said, Kelly was unwilling to talk. All Summer could do was wait for her to calm down. That evening, Summer returned to the Beaut Moon residential area. She looked exhausted as she sat on the couch. Despite her fatigue, she still held the tablet in her hands, glancing at the red dot on the screen from time to time.

I spit out not giving any room for her to think over my words. Summer stands from the chair and her petite height makes her head to be on my chest. She is ridiculously short. What she does next takes the breath away from my lungs. Summer climbs on my legs and using her hands to grab my shoulder, she stands on her tiptoes. This makes her come to my face and she is so close that I smell her jasmine fragrance. So natural. "The only line I would be crossing in the next ninety days is a personal one," she blurts out.

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. --**--