That Summer I met HIm

That Summer I met HIm

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The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn't even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, "YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn't help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

That Summer I met HIm Chapter 1 Prologue

Everything in this book is a work of fiction. Therefore, names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are use fictitiously.

Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

? A.G_2018

Prologue

I did a double take.

I have to make sure.

I do not want to make assumptions. I don't want my heart to be broken again.

I stared at him, alive and well and handsome, as always.

The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement.

Except that in the past, I met him here, because he was crying but now, he is not. He is smiling so wide that he even have the guts to flirt with the girls. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me.

This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter.

We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn't even give me a second glance.

He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me.

I do not know which hurts more. Hearing about his death and believing that I am delusional right now thinking of seeing him as a ghost. Or seeing him, alive and well, as he pass me by. Not even a glance or a look of familiarization.

I felt my heart constrict and my face redden. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, "YAH!

He turn to face me and gave me a weird look. He just stood there and it gave me a moment to admire his beauty. He was like a real life Adonis. The young cupid has now bloom into a very beautiful god. My eyes held his blue eyes. His eyelashes are so long that it brushes his cheek every time he blinks. His nose was a bit crooked; maybe he's gotten into fights before and his lips, same as before. They are shaped like cupid bows and have the color of the deepest red.

His laugh caught me off guard as it woke me from my admiration. He took my hand and said in his now deep voice, "Lass, back off. The likes of you are not my type. You have the body of a little girl and that doesn't impress me much. Good day." He wink at me before letting go of my hand. My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.

I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran.

I couldn't help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

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“The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn't even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, "YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn't help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.”
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Chapter 1 Prologue

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Chapter 2 HIM, by Her

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Chapter 3 Her, resurfacing

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Chapter 4 Her, as of now

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Chapter 5 Her, ending a chapter

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Chapter 6 Her perception of Him

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Chapter 7 Her vs. HIm

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Chapter 8 Her Masterpiece

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Chapter 9 Her Summer Plan

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Chapter 10 Him saving Her

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Chapter 11 Her confused by Him

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Chapter 12 Her into Him

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Chapter 13 Him into Her

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Chapter 14 Her happy with Him

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Chapter 15 Her being ignored

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Chapter 16 Her being kidnapped

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Chapter 17 His Guilt

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Chapter 18 Her Forgetting

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Chapter 19 His Predicament

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Chapter 20 Her Painful Sorrow

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Chapter 21 Her Plea

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Chapter 22 Her Wild Guess

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Chapter 23 Her precious moments

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Chapter 24 Her Birthday

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Chapter 25 His Past

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Chapter 26 His Star

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Chapter 27 His Sweetcheeks

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Chapter 28 His Brother

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Chapter 29 Her Dwayne

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Chapter 30 His Untold Story

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Chapter 31 His Memories unveiled

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Chapter 32 His Faults

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Chapter 33 His Wake up call

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