The heat that summer was loud. It was like it was weighing itself down on us, laughing like a greedy businessman. The whole week i told her to come in. I tried to lure her with an herbal iced tea, strawberry tarts (her favorite), a board game...

She wasn't particularly hard to impress, so naturally her rejections started to worry me. She told me she was waiting. What was there to wait for? It was the third week on summer break, everybody flew out of the country or went swimming in the lake. "Wait for...?" i asked, ridiculed by her answer.

"A particular feeling. The same i got two summers ago. I never thought it was a fleeting one." she said, staring at the bee lurking around a rose. "It was something like a realization, but way more...primitive. As if my body was a shell and the flesh finally started to stick to it. And It was here - At this table, this stool, the roses were as bright red as these." She pointed with her foot at the roses.

"When i used to look in the mirror, in the morning, in the afternoon, before bed - i saw a clear image of the woman i am, the woman i wanted to be." she sighed. "And what now?" I asked. "You're the same as always!" Of course i lied, to make her feel better. She wasn't behaving like herself and a bad feeling has been creeping upon me, that this summer is going to change our lives forever