This story is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
What the Summer Left Behind is a story about change, memory, and the kind of love that lingers long after the season ends. It's written straight from the heart. a mix of what was, what could've been, and everything that stays in between.
Thank you for reading, feeling, and finding a little piece of summer here
angieethoughtss._
This story is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
What the Summer Left Behind is a story about change, memory, and the kind of love that lingers long after the season ends. It's written straight from the heart. a mix of what was, what could've been, and everything that stays in between.
Thank you for reading, feeling, and finding a little piece of summer here
Angieethoughtss..-
WHAT THE SUMMER LEFT BEHIND
by angieethoughtss.
"The sun always leaves too soon, but somehow, it still finds a way to stay in your skin."
angieethoughtss.
...…..
That summer wasn't supposed to mean anything.
Just a blur of warm nights, cold lemonade, and promises that sounded lighter than the air.
But the thing about summer is, it never really ends.
It lingers in the smell of rain, in old songs, in people you swore you'd forget.
I left my hometown behind.
I left who I was.
But I never realized…
summer was following me.
Kira used to say every season has its ghosts, maybe she was right.
Because when I came back, everything looked the same, but nothing felt like before.
The air was heavier. The laughter quieter. Even the sun seemed like it was holding a secret.
And then there was him.
The boy with the quiet eyes and the kind of smile that made forgetting impossible.
The one who reminded me of all the things I tried to leave behind, and all the things summer never let go of.
Maybe the truth isn't in what the summer gave us.
Maybe it's in what it left behind.