What is so special about Summer?
It's the times I enjoy the most. The times where we go swimming outdoors and get burnt skin from the long exposure to the hot sun, but it's OK because we don't care about the damage it can do to our bodies. The times we get ice cream near the parc, where we hear the happy laughs of children being just as goofy as we are. It's the times we cool down at home with balloons filled with water and have to clean the floor because the dog could swallow the rubber bits. It's the times where we have long walks around the streets in the evening and don't get called home before 8PM because the sun is still fighting the darkness around 10PM.
I could come up all day and all night long with examples that describe how special Summer is. I am watching photos of those wonderful memories, sitting on the hard, cold floor in the colourless world that represents my bedroom. Isn't it sad how pictures are the only proof that these moments really existed? That, without them, there would be nothing except the fabricated pictures in my distorted mind?
I put the pictures back and grab my cellphone, where I almost automatically check my inbox. No new messages. Nothing has changed. She is the last one that texted me.
«Going into surgery now. Nervous! Hope to see you when I wake up. I love you.»
It has been send a week ago. How careless of me, I haven't even replied. I tap the green button with my finger to call her. It doesn't ring. It sends me immediately to her voicemail, where I hear her beautiful voice.
«I'm probably very busy right now, so please leave me a message and I'll call you back right away. Thanks!»
That's all her. She's witty and fun. She's vivid and charming. As breathtaking as a sunset. As bright as the hot sunrays on the hottest summer days. As tender as a soft breeze. To think that I had the priviledge to know this person. My senses feel blessed. If only the world could understand what makes Summer so special to me, they would understand why it pains me to see the leaves turn into different colours and falling down on the ground, where they live their last moments before turning to dust in the park. Why it's hard to watch the ice cream man close his shop because it's getting too cold to cool down. Why it's unbearable to walk these streets without being remembered that it's all over.
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Missing Summer
Short StoryThis is a story about a person that has lost the brightest light in its life and the thoughts that follow that loss. A story that goes out to all the people who had to deal with the permanent absence of the sun in their lives.
