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Summer confessed as she wrapped me in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with sentiment. "Hey, don't say things like that. The idea of you even considering such a thing is absurd. You’re the lively and cheerful Summer! What could possibly bring you so low? Let that scum regret losing you!" I retorted sharply, unwilling to let her wallow in despair. "You're right, I am the smart and beautiful Summer Hunley! There's a slew of admirers waiting for me, and I refuse to shed a tear over a jerk who betrayed me!” she declared, planting herself on the couch as she harrumphed defiantly.

It was Summer lying down on the floor with red liquid flowing on his neck! "Oh ... No!" Stella cried out with shock. There was a long message for this one. 'Mommy. Please help Summer. Come to rescue your baby, mommy. Next time, it will be Summer's dead body. The really dead body, mommy. Come back to Summer in two days. Otherwise, Summer will become a rotten wrecked dog. Come soon, mommy. Summer is missing you! Stella read the text over and over again. Her eyes were burning hot with anger. The picture of Summer lying in blood like!

Patrick replied. After dinner they took a walk on the beach. The sky was dark, there were very few stars in the sky and no moon. Summer broke down and cried in her father's arms and he comforted her. "Let it all out." Patrick patted her hair." Tomorrow you will be a new person, leaving all your heart ache behind. Bobby Styles will wish he had never betrayed you." Summer sniffled and wiped her tears. A smile spread across her lips. Her father was right. She was going to re invent herself and come back better than ever.

Chapter III: Thrown to the Other Side Ren stared outside helplessly. Seems like the rain won't stop for a while. The once bright landscape from his window was covered in heavy rain drops. The trees swayed with the wind and no birds chirped on the tree branches. The weather today is gloomy after a few weeks of clear skies and windy mornings. He did not want to predict the weather. Tomorrow might be humid, then in three hours the snow will start pouring.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

There are a few different ones,I Am Wearing a white summer dress in one and we are standing by a fountain, I'm smiling and looking at him. i turn the page and stop at a note;it must be the one that fell out ofthe other book the one that felt of the bookshelve.I began to read it,taking every single,detail in.,They say you fall in love only once.,That is a lie.Every time I look at you,I fall in love all over again.

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)

He asked if I was taking the surgery again. As if I’d ever stop trying to please him. As if I’d ever forget how to disappear. The front door clicked open. Sunlight spilled across the hallway. I stepped inside. Closed the door. I felt the freshness of the air. Air that was free from drama and pretence.

"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.

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?