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Summer Will End - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt


She felt his hand brush lightly against her wrist. It travelled up her arm causing the nearly invisible hairs there to stand on end. She turned to look at him siting there beside her. She felt warm and it wasn't from the sun-filled day on the beach which was now beginning it's descent. No, it was a warmth in the glow of their love.

They'd been inseparable since school broke for the summer and what started as a friendship, a close friendship, had grown into something much more. Their friends remarked they never saw one without the other and it was true. From morning till night, day-in, day-out, every waking moment they spent in each other's company, holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes and talking about everything... and nothing.

They had shared several classes in high school. He had sat behind her. She would hear his distinct breathing. He would gaze at her lengthy ponytail. And then he had screwed up his courage and asked her to the prom. And she had said yes. And their relationship had blossomed as they slow danced on the high school gymnasium floor.

They both came from well-off families. He wanted to study law. She was set on specializing in medicine. And they had both obtained scholarships to help them attain their dreams.

They had each done well in high school and he had excelled at football while she led the cheerleading squad. They were the perfect couple.

They were set for success. Their lives could not have been more idyllic. But they knew their lives would change.

"Summer will end" she thought "and so will our romance."

And as they watched the sun set slowly on the horizon a tear dripped down her cheek as they turned and kissed each other goodbye.


Comments

Kir said…
OH. I hate an unhappy ending, especially when the sun is setting. The story of them was too perfect, their lives almost cosmically fated to be together, which , of course, means they can't possibly stay together. Yet...Yet. You (I) want them to, want to believe in that kind of summer wind love.


Well written, heartbreak aside. ;)
nonamedufus said…
They're young. They have their whole lives ahead of them. Time will tell if they made the right decision.
Kir said…
I know! I mean rationally of course I know they are too young to make a commitment now, but my hopeless heart wants a happy ending. I'm completely and hopelessly romantic. ;)
nonamedufus said…
Me too, Kir. But that would have been too easy to write or read.
ReformingGeek said…
Oh, pooh. I was sure one of them was an alien. Sigh.
nonamedufus said…
Now that would have made for an ending that was out of this world, Ref.
Absolutely wonderful. And you know I LOVE the beach... so I loved everything about this. I wish I had "said goodbye" before college... that is the smart thing to do - there was a year of bad weekends and holding on to something that should have been let go!
nonamedufus said…
Ah, I may have touched a nerve I see. Glad you liked my little tale.
Poignant! Well done, my friend!


(And not a pun in sight... are you actually maturing? Please say it ain't so.)
nonamedufus said…
Maturing? Me? It ain't so. Sorry, I had a momentary lapse.
TMW Hickman said…
Summer loves are never meant to last, except as a memory. Beautifully written!
nonamedufus said…
Some go on but I suspect many come to an end as the couple parts for different jobs or different areas of study in different cities. Sigh.
Tara R. said…
Sad, but still tender. Teen love is a fragile and transient thing.
nonamedufus said…
You sound like you speak from experience. Yes?
Joe said…
Sad, but at least they're not kidding themselves that it can continue beyond summer's end.
nonamedufus said…
Maybe they get back together. Who knows?

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