Song Fic based off the song " Summer Skin " by Death Cab for Cutie.
I do not own Pretty Little Liars, nor do I own the song "Summer Skin" by Death Cab for Cutie.
Summer Skin
Squeaky swings and tall grass
The first time they met was just outside of a café in Paris. There was a park near by, and she sat sketching, a cup of tea waiting on the small table she sat at.
The longest shadows ever cast
It was the middle of the day, the sun hot as it was bright, but somehow the outdoor tables were filled with chatty tourist and Parisian locals. Except hers.
"Ce siège est-il pris?" He spoke. His French was still a little rough around the edges. There was no doubting his American nationality.
"No, go ahead and sit down." She spoke in perfect English. She took a sip of her tea and set down her sketchbook.
"You're American?" He asked as he sat in the chair in the small and crowded outdoor café.
"Yes. And can I guess that you are too?" She smiled with into a laugh.
"Guilty." He responded with his own smile. "Sorry for being a bit nosy, but what are you sketching?" He asked out of pure curiosity.
The water's warm and children swim
"Oh, just the park." She motioned with her hand at the little park he saw earlier. Children were swimming in the miniature pond as their parents watched.
And we frolicked about in our summer skin
The rest of the day, he spent getting to know her. She chatted about living in Iceland for the past year. And he spoke of him starting his first year of teaching. They talked of literature, to both of their surprise, was a like that they had in common. They found out that they both also love old movies, especially foreign films.
I don't recall a single care
It was the end of summer, but to him, to her, it felt like time had frozen. As if they were going to live forever in that moment in Paris. Time had slowed, and everything else blurred around them. Their minds were on each other, everything else didn't matter.
Just greenery and humid air
But as days passed, they knew that their time was up. Their lives were to return, and their time together would be but a memory of a wonderful week in Paris.
Then Labor day came and went
But as they returned to their new lives, their paths had crossed once more. In a classroom in a small town in Pennsylvania.
And we shed what was left of our summer skin
The ending couldn't have been more cruel, more sinister, than what Fate had played upon them. Something so forbidden and yet so right, had happened. The week that they had shared in Paris, though wonderful as it was, had been wrong. So very wrong.
On the night you left I came over
Their talk was brief. She mentioned of leaving. Moving back to Iceland with her family. They couldn't continue their love in this little town. Not while he was in the position that he was in over her.
And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders
"Separation." She said. "I don't think I'd be able to not think about Paris. I can't pretend it didn't happen."
"Me either." He spoke softly.
Our brand new coats so flushed and pink
They consummated their liaison. If they were never to see each other again, they'd always have that night as something to remember their affair.
And I knew your heart I couldn't win
Their feelings for each other were so strong, so passionate. But they were never meant to work.
Cause the seasons change was a conduit
Their summer affair was a blessing upon misfortune. A beautiful rarity only meant to be lived once.
And we left our love in our summer skin
They left their love in Paris.
Like the shedding of sunburned skin, their time together was long over with, but the effects were still fresh in their minds as they parted ways.