Losing Summer {Phan Short Story}

Spring

He was a bright summer day and I was a winter day that seemed like there was too much snow for school and that it was much too cold, but everyone still ended up going anyway.

Phil lied to me again but I wasn't mad at him. I was mad at her. She kept taking him from me. He left me for her every time she asked. I was lonely and still in love.

I cried in my room. I wanted him back. I needed him as a best friend, at the very least. He came home and heard me. I knew he was standing in the doorway but that didn't stop my tears. I didn't look at him. I heard my name escape from his pale lips but my sobs were not to be stopped.

He sat next to me and hugged him, and I melted in his arms. He held me like a child and I cried. Why did he keep breaking his promises?

"I'm sorry." He said when I had calmed down.

"For what?" I asked bitterly, still in his arms. I was afraid to leave because as soon as I did he was her's once again.

"You're crying over me, aren't you?"

"It's your fault."

"I know. It is. I'm so sorry."

"You left me again."

"Dan-"

"You hurt me again."

"I-"

"You don't get to talk!" I cried out, finally snapping. I needed to get out some of this anger. I could feel the little monster eating away at me. I pushed off of Phil, looking him right in the eye. "You hurt me, you lied to me, you left me alone." He looked down, ashamed.

"I don't love her, you know." This surprised me. Phil, innocent little Phil, not in love with the woman he was dating? That couldn't be correct.

"What?"

"I don't love her."

"I heard you."

"Oh." I asked the question I knew he knew I was thinking of.

"Why not?"

"I love someone else. I hurt them, though. I can't hurt them anymore." I bit my lip and tentatively asked,

"Who is it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He said this as he looked up at me. My heart skipped a beat and I felt a lump in my throat.

"Try me." I said. I saw a small smirk on his flawless face. I noticed him move a little closer to me, looking right into my eyes. His eyes matched the beautiful blue of the oceans on a hot summer day. His eyes matched his personality. Amazing, beautiful, and full of life.

Mine matched mine. Dark, depressing, and sad. But Phil always found wonder in them. He told me constantly how he loved my eyes. I said I loved his.

"I think you know who I'm hinting at." Phil said, so close the knees of our crossed legs were pressed together. It was my turn to pretend I was naive.

"I don't," I insisted. He moved a little closer, and I watched his oceanic eyes flick between my eyes and lips.

"Don't you?" He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss, one I had been craving since the fall of 2009. My arms went around his torso and his around my neck and over my shoulders. I forced myself to move back.

"What about-" knowing my exact concern, Phil cut me off.

"Don't worry about her. She's not here." He kissed me again and there was no way I was pulling away from this one. It had more passion. It felt he put the intensity of the sun itself into one single kiss. I was more in love than I had ever been. All the darkness I had was temporarily driven out by Phil's light. I was a bug attracted to a light. Little did I know, that light came from a bug zapper.

He broke up with her in late March, and I had never felt happier. We went to our spot. Our special little spot. Every week on Sunday. It was great fun. The trees came into blossom

I missed Phil, and now he was back. I love Phil. I've always loved Phil and always will. I just hope Phil genuinely loves me back.

With the end of spring came summer. I hate summer. He loved it so.