My Summer with New York

A Sudden End

Rose's POV:

I wake up to a blue sky, and a Colby wrapped around me. I don't want to think about how many weeks I have left to enjoy this view, but reality is catching up to me faster than I'd like. My mother was already counting down the days until we could go back to New York, but I was counting down the days I have left with my guy.

I absentmindedly run my fingers through his hair and stare out at the ocean. He groans in his sleep softly, and I have to stifle a giggle. Justin and I never cuddled. He rarely strayed to my side of the bed. Colby, however, was all about contact. As long as he was touching me, he was happy. His room looks like a tornado went off in it, but as I snuggle closer to Colby, there's no place I'd rather be.

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"Where you at Colby's again?" My mother asks as soon as I walk in the house. I nod my head and walk into the kitchen. I don't have to be looking at them to know that she's sharing a look with my father, and that they're about to drop a huge bomb on me.

"Rosalina come in here." My father says. It's coming. I can tell from his tone that it's going to rip me apart. I pour a glass of water, clearly stalling, and then walk into the living room. I lean against the door frame and wait for the bomb to fall. "Sweetie, the firm called your mother this morning." My father begins. He lets the words hang their as if I can't comprehend them. "Okay.....?" I say. I don't understand what this has to do with me. "The case of the year is coming to the firm, and your father and I want to be there to handle it." My mother finishes. I still don't understand what this has to do with anything. "The case goes to trial August 12." She says. "We will be leaving in two days." Oh. That's what that has to do with everything.

I vaguely hear glass shattering in the background. I feel my water pooling at my feet as I stare down at the floor. The floor rises suddenly to meet me, and my knees ache from my sudden drop. "Rosalina." My mother says.

We will be leaving in two days and the case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
The case goes to trial August 12.
August 12.
Two days.
August 12.
Two days.
August 12.
August 12.
August 12.
August 12.
August 12.
August 12.

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I wake up to a black room. The sun has set, and I don't remember how I got to my room. The case goes to trial August 12. The memory hits me like a freight train. We will be leaving in two days. A sob escapes my lips, and hot tears fall down my cheeks. This morning I had two more weeks with Colby, and now I only have two days.

I have endless amounts of texts and calls from Colby and Isabelle. She's happy I'm coming home early. I roll my eyes. Of course she'd be happy about that. However, I couldn't be angry with her because I haven't seen her since May. Colby didn't know yet obviously.

Me: meet me at the pier in 5 minutes. We need to talk x.

Colby: I'm at the surf shop. Just come by. We're dead tonight.

I get dressed and apply concealer to my puffy eyes. I walk slowly down the stairs and see my parents sitting in silence. I've never understood how two people, who supposedly loved each other as much as they do, didn't spend every second they could talking or touching or loving on the other. Whenever Colby is near me I crave his touch or his kiss. It's what keeps me going. "Going out?" My father asks. "I'm going to tell Colby." I tell them and walk out without another word.