The Last Hour of Summer

I watch as the sea comes in and out; summer's end is drawing near, just a few more hours. We watch as the sun sets beyond the ocean's horizon. It's back to the hard work of serving the worst customers in the world. Sitting here makes all the worries go away. She softly strokes my hand. I look into her blue eyes. The sea glows within them. I take a mental photo to remember this moment.

A droplet hits my hand. I look at the sky, crying with painful tears. Her hands go ice cold, and she falls onto my shoulder. I hear shouting; I blink, and she is gone. I'm left alone on the beach Something shakes me violently abrupting the silence. my hand away from hers. I feel the sweat stick my clothes to my body. The sterile smell hits me, I'm not on the beach, I'm in the hospital.

The nurses gather around Summer; she is wearing an oxygen mask, but her levels won't rise. I look around the room and find a clock; it hits the 23rd of September. Summer's body goes blank, not a single beat or movement. The doctors and nurses try everything. A hand grabs me and pulls me out of the room; I watch as the doctors and nurses do their job.

They all stand back and cover her face with the cover. The girl I love is dead, and I spent the last hour of Summer on her favorite beach, watching as the waves crashed out into the ocean. I will never forget you, Summer. Sitting on that beach will be engraved on my heart till the day I head to the grave next to you.

I leg it to my car and climb in. I slam my hands on the wheel and let the tears pour out of my eyes. I let the rain hide me from the outside world, a world without Summer.