Summer's Ember

This is my baby. I love this story so feedback would be great.

🔥🔥🔥Prologue🔥🔥🔥

My fathers are asleep. I'm watching the embers die. Such pretty things, pulsing like a heartbeat.

The camp behind me is silent, the old couple went to sleep a while ago. The camp in front of me is asleep too. A mother and father, with a son about my age and a daughter about thirteen.

I don't know how long these other two camping families are staying but me and my dads will be here for two months. It took us a while to find one camping sight that will let us stay this long. We've been here for a week already, there's a small convenience store about a miles drive away for whatever we need.

I hear shuffling from the camp in front of me but I don't look up. My eyes water a little from staring at the embers so long but I don't mind.

I hear a zip and footsteps but I still don't look up. I don't look up when someone sits in Roberto's chair either.

"Hey." They say. The voice of a man.

"Hey." I say back.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" He asks, his voice curious.

"Watching living death. Amanda Burns but everyone calls me Ember." I hold out my hand for him to shake, finally looking up.

"Samuel March but everyone calls me Summer." He shakes my hand, a cool expression on his face. He's the boy next door.

He has baby blue eyes that are framed by long lashes and curly platinum blonde hair that doesn't quite reach the tops of his ears. His skin is pale and smooth. He has a strong jaw and a nose that was broken once or twice. His pink lips are thin but kissable.

"What do you mean 'watching living death'? It's just embers." He speaks after a minute of silence.

"Living, breathing. Crackling, speaking. Reaching up for a sparkling sky." I recite.

"That's sounds really pretty but-"

I cut him off to finish the rest of the poem, "Burning, biting. Melting, ending. Always reaching for death."

He stays quiet, thinking I suppose.

I don't say anything and neither does he. It's a comfortable silence, that kind that means more than words.

We watch the embers die completely and sit in the dark, listening to the frogs croak.

We look up and stare at the stars until they fade away in the sunrise. We watch the sky turn purple, then red, then pink.

"See you later." Summer says, patting my shoulder as he gets up and wanders back into his tent shared with his dad.

I watch him leave and realize he's only been wearing a pair of sweatpants this whole time.

Samuel "Summer" March, you are one amazing boy.