Last Summer

EMERALD

It wasn't a fairytale love like what others thought. Even I never knew that we won't end up with each other.

That one time changed what I think of summers and love. Us.

Every summer we used to travel around, etching our souls onto places we've been. Making love in every place we used to go to. Igniting the fire as if the spark is never enough to warm what we had.

We used to. We still do, like now.

The sun beamed from the car window, the ocean calling me from where Stefan is answering a call from his secretary about his business.

I didn't care that much about it. I just went all-out for this trip, wishing I could do knowing that Stefan is too busy to give me a glance. Seriously, I might start to get jealous at the horizon over there for getting his attention. Or maybe at his phone or secretary.

The call ended. He kissed me, ate and made love with me, I felt nothing.

I could reach him but I can't. I feel him but I don't and it got worse after his failed proposal to one of his investors.

"What is wrong with you, Em?!"

"No! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Everyday we're here, you're working! Every fucking time I thought you might come to me, you don't! You never did. What am I to you, then? Because honestly, I don't know what we are anymore. We used to be lovers."

"We used to," three words from him and it all hit the bottom.

I went out, he did. Not to follow me, but to run away.

It's just painful to think what went wrong on what we used to be. That like every summer, he's just a phase.