“No matter the age, the final days of summer are always ones of somber notion. For those in school, it is the reminder that another year of homework and drama are in your short future. For adults, it means that you must whether the cold soon for work when you would much rather be on the beach drinking your choice of alcoholic beverage. The end of summer is a promise of what follows; winter. Some are gifted with sunny skies and temperatures above freezing while others are cursed with icy roads with the only perk being able to play with the snow. But the end of that particular summer before college was one I didn’t expect…”
Aurora found herself on the literal edge of her seat as she waited for Sawyer on the front steps of the porch. With every single motorcycle having made its revving noise
