Remembering Summer

When you think of pain, you think of physical pain. You know, falling off your bike, tripping over something, falling on your face. But what about mental pain, emotional pain? I'll tell you what I think of when I hear the words "emotional pain". Emily. I think of how my first love decided to kill herself instead of be with me and let me fix her. How she acted like nothing was wrong when in reality, her life was hell. How I could've seen the signs to save her, but I didn't. But what is pain without happiness? Without hope that the pain will fade? When I think of hope, I think of Summer. I think of how stubborn and secretive she is. Of how she's hiding something. Of how she is the bandaid that holds the wound that is Emily. But what hurts more? Having an open wound forever, or having the bandaid ripped off?