After a month of hearing all of my friends bitch and complain about how horrible they're summer romances had ended, I had been treading thin waters and am on the verge of cracking. I came to the conclusion that I might as well use all of my friends hopeless summer love stories and turn them all into a story plot of my own. So, for all of you guys and girls who have ever gotten screwed by a summer love when fall came around, Back To July goes out to you.

Prologue

BPOV

Summer Breeze by Seals & Crofts

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind.

Summers pass like the ocean's breeze. Only three months out of the year are you allowed to freely roam the beach without a care in the world. Lay on a lounger by the pool, you're creamy skin being harmed by the sun's bronzing rays. There has even been a name created just to describe relationships during this time of year: a summer romance.

Your worries and stresses from the recent months disappear once June comes marching in. The only blemish of imperfection being whether or not you would rather relax by the ocean and feel the breeze refreshing you're body, or sit in the stale sun by the pool. You could be spending nights out or in with local friends.

Life is simple and easy during the summer. It's like breathing. Everything comes natural.

But then dreadful August starts rearing its ugly head. You develop a heavy weight on your shoulders, and your stomach sinks with the knowledge that the most blissful time of the year is once again coming to an end.

The sun starts to position itself south eastern, showing signs that the sun's strong rays are ending. The water cools, your bronzed skin fades, the natural highlights your hair developed from the sun darkens, and you find it difficult to even believe that those three months even existed at all.

But in reality, you know they had. You can still feel the slight heartache whenever you think of that special someone during that time. How he promised you everything, how you're love was going to last, even once the sun had set. But those assurances meant nothing in the end. And as the sun rose the next day, you were deserted. Left with only tender memories of the lovely times and the cruel times.

To save my own self from wounded recollections, I had made a pact the summer of my senior year in High School. If I were to ever cross a summer romance, I was to say upfront that it was just nothing more than a summer romance.

And I most definitely encountered a summer romance of my own, with a boy who had seemed untouchable to me. We both had agreed that the fling would be finished by the late of August, the beginning of school. But somewhere along the way, enjoying each other's presence as we were both left behind by our friends, turned into something more.

As our skin browned together and our hair lightened to the extreme, as did our deep feelings for one another. False promises were made, on both my part and his. For a while I let myself believe that the summer was a reality; that dreams really could come true. I had let my guard down all on my own. I allowed my heart to be broken, walked and trampled on, single-handedly. It was my own fault.

I shouldn't have been surprised when late August came around, and we decided to meet at our beach. I shouldn't have felt blind-sided when he spoke to me in such cold words. "This summer is done, and so are we." I shouldn't have felt that pull that I had always felt when near him, to touch him as he walked away from me and left me to crumple on my own in the soft sugary sand.

What everyone forgets is that summers do come to an end, and that is when reality sinks in. The events that conspire during a summer don't really count because they truly aren't valued. But I'm calling bullshit on that.

This isn't my story of how I found love during the summer. No. This is my story of how I dealt with my love summer loss, and how, just maybe, I could find it again in reality.

A/N Chapter 1 to follow shortly..

Very special thanks to the lovely betas Pastiche. Lethe & My-Heart-Of-Music

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