"They say you’re not supposed to fall in love during the summer. That it never lasts and once autumn approaches, it's like the colours of the leaves, it will fade away.
I thought about that as our summer neared its end. Soon my parents would go back, back to work, back to life and I was expected to do the same.
I didn’t know how to ask, I guess I didn’t want to in case you’d reject me. Would we keep in touch after the summer? We never really spoke much of home, of life away from this place.
And like most things do, our summer eventually came to an end. Not with an end of summer party like you see in movies or a summer festival like they have in Japan.
No, our summer ended with our parents and some of the other occupants singing awful songs that reminded them of their youth.
Our summer didn’t end like it does in the movies. But it did end."
This is from a story I worked on years back, but had to put down because part of the inspiration behind it suddenly got very tragic.
It still lives in my head though and sometimes I want to revisit it. It features Hannah and several others, first as a flashback as teens, then as adults.
I'm not sure what I'll do with it, but I felt like I wanted to share at least some of it.