She stared up at the stars, eyes glinting in the light of the fire. The water lapped beyond the sand, creating a calming atmosphere. Demi adjusted her glasses and sighed, standing up. She clutched in her hand a picture of Rita and herself at the fireworks. It was a bittersweet memory. She looked down at it and back up at the stars, a whisper on her tongue.
“Goodbye, summer”
“Goodbye, summer”
This took WAY longer than expected, and it doesn't even look that good. Oh well.



















