"Summer is passing by way too fast."
"I know, it practically slipped past our fingertips."
She turns to me.
"Promise me, when school starts we'll still do this. Our midnight conversations. These are the moments I live for."
You're what I live for.
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Midnight Conversations (Completed)
Short StoryUnder the big sycamore tree in her backyard, with the summer breeze tickling our skin, we'd talk until the sun came back up. These were the moments I lived for. These were our midnight conversations.
