She had stubby fingers. He would tease her about them excessively. She would playfully smack him on the shoulder and tell him to stop, while giggling uncontrollably. He would grab at them, and she would try to stop him from doing so. She almost never succeeded at this though, and he was usually able to intertwine his fingers with hers. Then he would pin her down on the sand, their hands locked together, and kiss her all over her pretty little face while she squealed.
The days spent at the beach seemed to never end. Both of them had the exact same routine every single day: wake up, get dressed, go to the beach, come home at sunset, go to bed, repeat. Neither of them ever got bored with their schedule. The beach was where they belonged. The beach was theirs. They would go swimming, lie in the sun, cuddle, play in the sand and take lazy naps. They would snack on the food from the beach's food stand or from the picnic lunches they took turns bringing. Sometimes they would go on hikes through the woods directly behind the beach. On rainy days, they would play games on the boardwalk, underneath the overhangs. But most of the time, they just sat and talked about absolutely everything. They never got bored of hearing each other's voices. They always wanted to know more about each other. They talked about their pasts, how much they loved the present, and their hopes and dreams for the future. Of course, they wanted to get married. They frequently talked about how their wedding would be like. They dreamed about their future children and family. The way they saw it, they had everything all figured out. All the harms they had faced in their pasts they mended together. There were no worries. There were no fears. They were together, and they had countless days to look forward to. But they were young and foolish. The summer started to fade into fall. What seemed like infinite hours in the summer sun came to a grueling close. They were sad they had to leave their special beach, but they would still be together. They were both going to attend the same college. Their college didn't require them to stay in the dorms freshman year, so they opted to rent an apartment together. They had it all figured it out. Nothing could go wrong, that is, until the tan envelope showed up on her doorstep three afternoons before she was supposed to leave with him. It was from a college, on the other side of the country, which was practically begging for her to enroll with them, even though it was so last minute. Their enrollment plummeted with lots of students switching at the last second, and they needed students to fill those vacant spots. They were offering a wide range of scholarship options, some that were pretty hard to pass by. Her first thought was to throw the envelope's contents in the paper shredder. There was just no way. Even though this college was her first pick, they had waitlisted her originally so she had had to pick other plans. So she obviously chose to go to his number one pick. She had all the arrangements set up and ready to go. She was ready to start the next chapter of her life with him. Even though the college they were going to was great for the major he wanted, it didn't have the best programs for her major. But she never complained. She just wanted to be with him. But she told him everything so she ended up showing him the envelope. He was shocked. What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he let her pass up this great opportunity because of himself? So no matter how hard it was for him, he insisted she go. She resisted. She didn't understand why he wanted her to go away. Didn't he want her right by his side just as badly as she wanted to be there? She was hurt. She thought he had suddenly changed his mind about their future, and was jumping on the first chance he could to get rid of her. Did the summer mean nothing? Did their three year relationship mean nothing? Was it just a fling? Was everything he said a lie? Was his talk cheap? She didn't know what to think. She didn't know what to do. He tried his best to explain to her from his point of view. He tried to get her to understand that he wanted her to go because he loved her so much. But no matter how hard he tried to get her see, she just couldn't understand. So she ended it before she thought he could. 2 hours before the time they would have both been leaving to go to freshman orientation at the original college they had planned on attending, she ended it. All of her belongings she had packed and ready to go didn't end up in his hearse that day; they ended up in a different vehicle, headed in the opposite direction. And so just like that, it was all over. No more lazy summer days at the beach. Never again would they confess their deepest secrets to each other. Never again would they fantasize about the days to come with one another. And with that, they never saw each other again.
A/N: Hey guys! So this is obviously just the little Prologue before the story. And this will obviously be a future fic. Sorry if it is slightly OOC in this, but it will definitely all be back on track in the first actual chapter. Also, lots of the background information will be filled in bit by bit as the story goes on, so you will get more details about Eclare's summer of love. I am really excited for this story and I am planning on having it be a pretty long one. Please review and keep watching for this story, I am planning on making this my main one. Thanks!
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