You see, it was just a summer fling. I never meant to fall completely and utterly for his gallant charm. But soon enough school had started and I caught my ignorant mind wandering the clouds during my classes. His candy voice. His fascinating, glistening hair, always out of control. The way his voice graveled when he first awoke on an early morning. One thing I love the most about him...his gentleness. After all of the horrid memories, he knew. He understood me like nobody else...I'm not sure if I wanted something that considerable to end. I wanted it to last eternity, all eternity.

Why did summer end?

It felt like it had passed by in small mere minutes. I feel I will never have enough time to exceed the amount I need from him.

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I miss him. He was everything that excited me. Everything that...kept me alive throughout the summer. His little tuft of adorable brunette fluff atop his head. His astonishing vocals. Any note you can strike on a piano, he can string out like a delicate, shining ribbon in ballet. He was in school now, being a junior...I could scarcely see him, being out of high school already, and 22.

Ever since he'd gone back home...I had self destructed. All night long, I had done nothing but conceal my breath. I felt like I was drowning...in oxygen. I desperately needed to save myself. Let it out.

Falling through the back door, I fell to my hands and knees. A flushed gust of night air lightly pulled my hair out of my eyes. My body convulsed, I coughed. Choking for words, I couldn't decide. There was too much I wanted to vent to him...

So I yelled, until I lost my voice.

Why did summer have to end?