In the small town of Willow Creek, a place where summer days felt endless and laughter echoed in the gentle breeze, there lived a young man named Ethan. Filled with doubt and uncertainty about the future, he found solace in his summer romance with a girl named Mia. She was everything he admired—cool, beautiful, and effortlessly graceful. Each moment they spent together was a fleeting treasure, and as the heat of the season began to wane, Ethan felt the bittersweet weight of impending change.

As the last days of summer drew closer, Ethan knew he had to make a difficult decision. His family was moving back to the city, dragging him away from the warmth of Mia's smile. The thought of leaving her behind filled him with an aching longing that he couldn’t escape. Every day, they would explore local spots and share dreams under the starlit sky—which made it harder to imagine a life without her.

Ethan had a plan, one that often ran through his mind late at night, whispered softly like a wish: “If you want to see the world, then please ask your mother.” He hoped that Mia would understand their connection, that she would recognize the glowing embers of their summer love. But deep down, he feared that when they parted, she might forget him as seasons changed, swallowed by the rhythm of life.

Even on the darkest nights, he would sit by his window, gazing into the distance where he could see her silhouette. He would watch as shadows danced on the walls, reminding him of precious moments spent together. Each wave of nostalgic affection sent a melody through his heart, a song that would be forever tied to the fading summer days.

“I need you now,” he often thought, longing for her touch, imagining the warmth of her lips against his. He couldn’t shake the truth of his feelings; they screamed in his heart, begging for acknowledgment. He was a liar, he realized, not because he wished to deceive, but because he had lied to himself about his true needs—his longing for her presence.

Ethan gathered his courage and expressed his feelings one last time, noting how amazing she truly was. He wanted her to know that the warmth he felt in her company was unlike anything he had ever known. “You’re so cool, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as they walked through the fading twilight, wanting to imprint her radiant smile in his memory.

As summer slipped away and September approached, he prepared for the inevitable. “When summer’s gone, I’ll still sing a song of you,” he promised himself. He understood that though the season might end, the devotion he had for Mia would echo long after he had left—an everlasting tune of love, forever entwined with the echoes of laughter that had filled the air of Willow Creek.