Heaven was wonderful. It was peaceful and calm. And Fred almost felt like he didn't belong. He didn't want to seem ungrateful, after all the naughty things he had done while he was alive he was a little surprised he even ended up in heaven.

Heaven, the after-life, another place, the end, the beginning; he had heard it called many different things. It didn't matter to Fred what it was called, all he knew was that she wasn't with him. And other than his family, Fred missed her the most.

And it was almost summer, back on earth anyway. Nothing ever changed in heaven, everything was always perfect. But the earth continued to turn and the seasons continued to change. And Fred found himself dreading the return of summer. Because summer reminded him of her. His memories of summer were tied to his memories of her.

He remembered how her normally pale skin would turn such a beautiful honey color in the sun. How she would recline against him, her face turned towards the sun. He remembered the time they went down to the beach one summer and spent every day splashing through the waves, covered in sand, and happier than ever.

Fred couldn't decide if being able to watch the earth made things easier or harder. He was glad to see that his family was slowly returning to their normal lives. He was happy that they were together, that they had each other. But she had no one; and he knew that she hated summer as much as he did. Summer was their time and it was pointless without each other.

Fred tried to remember her the way she used to be. He realized that all of his big, important memories of her involved summer. He was pretty sure that he had even modified some of his memories. Memories that might have actually taken place in the chill of winter or the thaw of spring now boasted a background of sun and sand and heat. She was summer, nothing else made sense to him. She belonged in the summer. But now she shied away from the heat, she turned her face away from the sun.

Fred remembered her heart beating against his. He remembered the taste of her lips; a taste that ironically reminded him of summer. He remembered how she moved fluidly like water, how her hair looked in the wind, how her hand felt in his.

He knew that if he ever slept in heaven he would dream of her. Her simple beauty was always on his mind. Her laugh was always in his ears. Her love was a tattoo on his heart. And he knew that he would never make memories with her again. Seeing her but not being with her was enough to drive him wild, but it was all he had. All he could do now was watch her and try not to hate summer.

~ Note: I Remember You and Me is part of the Review Lounge's Summer Project. I was slightly inspired by the beautiful song "Still" by Matt Nathanson.