Her body sticky with sweat, Amy angrily kicks off her covers and jabs her fists into her bed.
Why couldn't Jackson have dumped me in, like, November or January
This way, Amy can sulk in bed without beads of sweat rolling off her body. This way, she could aimlessly stare out of her window into the gray sky, an accurate reflection, as if she were looking into her own eyes.
But life is far from ideal. Here she lies heartbroken and sweaty.
Her promise of a whirlwind summer romance melted in her hands like an ice cream cone and no one to help her clean up the sweet, tragic mess. She goes down a mental list of activities she and Jackson had planned for the summer.
He was supposed to take me to the aquarium next week
There's something pathetic about sulking on a sunny day, as if one was wasting a good day, wasting a good life.
Then we were going to go wine tasting the weekend after that... and kayaking... he said he would go kayaking with me.
Groaning, she remembered that a few days ago she planned a picnic with Jackson by the lake, later on, today. Amy lay on her side, staring out the window at the clear blue sky. The summer heat wasn't enough to permeate through her skin, her frigid heart felt icy with each beat. She imagines what it would be like if he were there with her at the lake today, feeling the breeze dance around them as they happily ate. She wonders if he thinks about her this way, too, wondering if he remembers the promises and plans he put in her head.
"What a waste of a beautiful day, to be spent here sweating over a boy," Amy sneered. "I think it's time to cool off."
Amy took a deep breath and closed her eyes and she sat at the edge of the bed, opening her eyes again to look out the window. It was not November or January and her skies were not gray, but looking out the window she can see July. As if her soul pleaded her to seek happiness, sunlight spilled through the window, bathing Amy in a warmth that filled the chambers of her aching heart. Giving in to the season around her, Amy stood up and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
"There's no shame in doing all these things alone," Amy says optimistically as she stretches in the sunlight once again.
Swearing to not sulk over Jackson again, Amy grabs her picnic blanket, a novel, and dances her way out the door.
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