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Song of the Summer Wind
Prologue
He chased me, laughing.
I chased him, laughing.
The wind gracefully swirled my hair. Tangling it. Knotting it. It felt nice. Cooling me down in the warm sunny pasture. It couldn't have been more perfect.
So wonderful.
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We sat on the rocks. The water lapped at our feet.
The sun was setting. The sky was pink and orange.
The birds seemed to sing a story of happiness, love, joy. But it had something else, too. Sadness? Yes, that's what it was. It was sad.
So magical.
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He drove me home.
I kissed him goodnight.
He was in my dreams.
So right.
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There was nowhere more perfect for our perfect summer romance than sunny California.
Would it last?
No.
I forgot to tell him I would soon be back in hot, dry Arizona. That this was only a vacation. It would change things. Neither of us wanted that.
I would have to, someday. Or maybe I could simply leave.
But I couldn't. It would break his heart. And mine.
I could simply stay.
But I couldn't.
Mom would never go for it. She's just been encouraging me to break it off anyway.
No, I have to tell him.
Soon, but not too soon.
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I have to tell him.
I'm leaving in only two days.
It's going to kill me inside.
The long-distance thing will never work. It never does.
Why does this always happen to me? Everyone I start to like like ends up leaving. Or telling me they already have a girlfriend after three weeks of dating. Or telling me they don't really care. They needed me for eye-candy to impress their buddies.
That's not how it is with Fang, though. No, I can tell. He actually cares for me.
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I have to tell him.
He told me he loved me. I said it back.
My heart will die.
I'm going to next time I see him. I will.
Tonight. It's my last night here anyway.
Here goes nothing.
Help!
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There he is. He always looks amazing.
"Fang, I have something I need to tell you."
"I do too, Max. Can I go first? It's really…important."
"Okay." Was he going to drop something on me? Like he only dated me as a distraction from his ex? Was I a bet he lost, or a charity case? Or was it something worse?
He told me.
Oh.
Wait, what?
Did you like it? I really hope you did. If you did, tell me?
If you didn't, tell me?
Please?
~RosesAndSmiles