Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally. Seriously. I don't.

Dear Diary,

Its happening. The best summer of my entire life is over. Austin leaves today. He can't come back until next summer, and even then we don't know if he can. I'm so heartbroken. I'm can't ask him to stay. He has school, friends, and a whole nother life that I don't know anything about. It's such a sad day. Even my dad will miss him. Well its off the airport.

Love, Ally his heartbroken songwriter

Ally's POV

I couldn't sleep last night. I kept tossing and turning and wondering what's about to become of my life. Austin's leaving and I'm

reduced to being a nothing without him. I'm so depressed but I have to act happy so he doesn't feel obliged to stay. Man, my life

sucks. I wish I had a normal life or that I lived in California but I don't and my life isn't like anyone else's. I'm unique and according

to Austin that's what drew him to me when we first met that hot June day. Just like our song says, summer is over, he is leaving

and my life will go on without him. All we'll have is some nights that we don't regret (yeah I didn't want to go into details but they

uh, um, you know) and some memories that compare to nothing else. When I got up this morning around six to do my makeup

and hair, I had bags and tearstains on my face. After my shower I looked ten times better (cold water really wakes you up) and

threw on some random clothes. Blue shirt, yellow pants, green tennis shoes, (where did I get these I thought as I put them on)

and some purple socks. For make-up I just wore natural colors. Light brown eye shadow, brown eyeliner, light pink blush, and

some pink lip gloss. After I thought it for a while I realized I didn't want Austin to remember me like this and threw on some better

clothes that actually matched. A Hunter Hayes shirt that Austin got me for our one month anniversary, jean shorts, and some

brown flip flops. I put his promise ring necklace around my neck and decided that this was the outfit. The one I will always think of

when I think of Austin. Since it was a colder morning, I also threw on the yellow zip up sweatshirt that I stole from him. I don't

think he's ever gonna get it back either. I smile and laugh at that thought and feel a little better. My dad calls me downstairs and

we go to pick up Austin. Since his mom has to drop off the rental at the airport and he lives with her, she decided to let him go

with us instead of her. I don't think I will ever be able to thank her enough for those extra twenty minutes. We snuggle in the

back seat and I don't think I'll ever forget this moment either. I couldn't help it and I started crying. He tried to comfort me but the

tears kept coming and coming and it seemed like they would never stop. When we got to the airport, I almost started screaming.

It was horrible. The feelings I felt were dread, sadness and I feel guilty to admit relief. I was relieved that my boyfriend was

leaving me. I was relieved that there wouldn't be constant dates, and crying every night, and that I wouldn't have to worry about

what his mother thought of me. I feel so guilty admitting it but it's so true. Don't get me wrong. I'll miss him and our constant

hanging out and his mother and I'll still cry every night and I will wait for next summer to come as fast as it can. I don't know. I

just sometimes hated the feeling that we became the clingy couple or the ones that need each other every time they go

somewhere. I hated the feeling that every time we went out, some people would be jealous, others disgusted, and others just

wishing we'd get a room already. I guess I'm just a little bitter about it all.

Austin's POV

I couldn't sleep last night. I kept thinking about Ally and how perfect she felt in my arms and how much my life will suck without

her. Yeah well it wasn't too hard to imagine since that was it three months ago. I had always had this feeling that my life was

incomplete. Now that I'd held my everything in my arms I knew I would be less than incomplete. I wouldn't even be half. The love

of my life was being torn out of my arms and I couldn't even do anything about it. Next summer was so far away. I couldn't help

myself. I thought about coming here in the winter and spring breaks and it broke my heart to know I couldn't afford both that and

next summer's tickets. Maybe I could drive though. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. I call Ally to tell her to come pick me up

and I hope that I'll be strong enough to go. Strong enough to leave. I'm reduced to nothing without her. I throw on the clothes

that I wore when we first met leaving my hair the way it is, because let's face it its perfect the way it is, and brush my teeth. My

mom's leaving the same time as us and she's already packed everything for both of us. The only things left are my phone, iPod,

and wallet. Just that second Mr. Dawson pulls up and honks. I kiss my mom on the cheek and leave the door open for her to

follow me. Mr. Dawson helps put the bags in the rental and kisses my mom on the cheek too. They've grown close with Ally and I

spending all our time together and I know it hurts both of them too. Their all they've got for friends. I mean they both hang out

with people their own age but nothing as special as this. Me and Als sit in the back cuddled together with her in the middle and

me on the side but it's such a clichéd scene that I make her sit on the side with me in the middle (A/N: I have never noticed a guy

sit in the middle except for my friend Cota, but he's close to both my brother and I so it's just easier that way). Halfway there she

starts bawling. I mean it's full out water works back here. I've never comforted someone before but when I help her I guess I'm

doing an okay job because she calms down a little. I rub her back, kiss her forehead, and just keep whispering things in her ear.

It's a little awkward doing it with my left side but I would do anything for her including taking a bullet. By the time we get there I

know her well enough to know she wants to cause a scene. Not for the attention, I mean come on she has stage fright, but for

the sadness of this all. We make it as far as security before she has to leave me and honest to god I'm scared shitless. I couldn't

do this without her. She KNOWS me. She knows what I've been through, my family history, my name, my number, my favorite…

everything. She is my everything. I can't just let her go. But somehow I do, and while I do I know I'll regret this the rest of my life.

I also know somehow I'll figure out how to visit her again even if it means hitch hiking and canoeing across random rivers. A bear

couldn't get between me and this girl. Our love is so pure and so strong I know we'll make it through anything. 'I'll be back soon,' I

think but don't say out loud when we hug. I know this because I'll come up with the money. I've heard Miami is beautiful in the

winter. On the whole way home all I can think is that I'll be back soon. As soon as we touch down, we get in our car and go home.

I'll call Dez tomorrow, I'll check my email later, I don't care what we have for dinner and for the next few hours all I think about is

the words I write to my beautiful songwriter, Ally Dawson.

A/N: Okay so that's it. The end to this story. I will write a sequel to this called Next Summer so watch out but it probably wont be for a month or two. And Now for the shout outs!

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