I met Evan in the summer of 2017, in Annecy - a small town in southeastern France. My grandma used to live there and I would spend the entire summer at her house, every year. It was and probably still is my favorite place on earth.
Evan was 18 when I met him. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes, his lips almost the color of cranberries. I only faintly remember his face but I remember his voice very well. He was a handsome guy but he didn't pay too much attention to his looks.
That summer I thought I had changed, but no.
Now it's 2020 and I can't help but think of him as I come back to Annecy. Who knows, maybe he's still there.
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In the heat of the summer
Teen FictionAlina, now 20, tells the story of the summer she met a boy, Evan. Then she was 16 and didn't know much about boys, but as she got away from her usual life in England she allowed herself to not think with her mind, make mistakes and act reckless.
