Cruel Summer

r that afternoon after our shopping. I was glad I did

met each other either. I packed several stuff that I would need for the next few weeks, including the suitable clothes I'd bought for the summer holiday, then boxed up the rest of my things, and left them in the spare room at the back of Lyons's flat though Alex insisted it was no pressure if I left it in his flat. I

took one last glance to check there was nothing else of mine lying around. I realized there hadn't been much to show I'd lived there at all: no bright colours, no

turned as Lyons fell

ve this part of my life behind

heart was heavy, but it wasn't broken. I knew I'd get through

er model after asking me to marry him. I was energetic, getting through my workdays like always and indulging every spare moment trying to organize things for the holiday. Ringing up the lottery agency to tell them to change Lyons's name didn't prove

h his freelance writings so he could kick back and relax while we were aw

g particular to focus on. Lyons sat working at the table in the living area which he used as his make-shift stud

packing? We might miss our flig

the sinking sun. "I'm packing tonight. What I'm currently working on won't take long, just flyers

d leave it t

bit organized, I mean I've had this flyers ordered for m

ss I should head out for a stroll. That'd help

looked back do

es were still in bags in his living room. I pulled out shorts with a built-in liner

cking me out. He quickly averted his eyes back to his laptop screen, but it was too late, and the guilty flush on h

uttered and we're practically glued to each other s

x for being 'old', I could really use the ego boost, but Lyons's discomfort

nds how far you want to go. I normally walk to the

nds

n my phone. It seemed to be a straightforward route so I could leave

a fun