Winter of My Discontent


Caution: This Romantic Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Romantic, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Romantic Story: The story of one's last night with their love.

I'm not really sure how to start my story. Is it too cliché of me to say, "It was a dark and stormy night?" Or should I give some backstory first? I'm trying to finally write out the worst single day of my life and I can't even figure out how to start. Fuck it, I'll give some background.

I had met Summer my sophomore year of high school, when she came in as a freshman. I'll be honest, at first she kinda annoyed me. Definitely the preachy type, though that might have had to do with the fact that her father was a pastor of one of our local churches.

I don't really remember how it happened, but Summer ended up falling in with my crowd in school. See, I wasn't part of any one real clique. I was more that weird puzzle piece that somehow brought and held a bunch of different groups of people together. I always found that to be a little ironic since I'm such an introvert.

Sophomore year was pretty rough for me in the love department, I fell hard for someone who seemed to take great pleasure from both the attention I was giving, and the idea of toying with my heart. Summer watched from afar as I was constantly manipulated nearly to the point of breaking. It wasn't until April that things profoundly changed for us.

See, after months of leading me on, it came out that my crush was secretly dating someone already. As you can imagine, I was completely devastated. Summer though came to my rescue—she suggested we hang out, go to a movie to get my mind off of things.

I'll admit, I didn't have any real strong desire to hang out with Summer. Granted at that moment I was way more interested in crawling in a hole and dying, but some part of me said "fuck it" and I took Summer up on her offer.

I feel horrible that I can't remember what movie we saw. I do know it was some cheesy over the top comedy that was probably more a waste of our time and money than it was worth it, but that didn't matter. For the few short hours of the movie, I forgot about my problems.

When we got out of the theater, the night was as clear as it had been in months so we decided to get out of the city and do a little star gazing. I'd only had my license for two months and I had a pretty strict curfew, but this was something I needed.

We made it to the hills outside of town and together gazed upon the stars from a blanket while just talking. It was hours and hours, but it was just so blissful and such a serene setting that we managed to fall asleep together.

Our phones blowing up shortly after midnight is the only thing that kept us from sleeping until the sunrise. Summer's dad was obviously worried and my parents were furious that I wasn't home. The drive back into town was awkward for us, mostly because something that was supposed to be a distraction had taken an unexpected turn. When we woke up to our phones we had been holding hands. I couldn't tell you when it had happened, nor could she, but neither of us knew what to think.

We arrived back at Summer's house well after 1 in the morning. To my surprise her dad wasn't waiting up for us, he trusted Summer to come back home as he directed her to, and of course she did. I got out of the car too just in case he actually was up, I wanted to apologize for the transgression after all. When we got to Summer's door, things were more awkward than ever. I sheepishly said goodbye, and just as Summer opened the door she stopped, darted over to me and gave me a very quick kiss on the lips before darting back inside.

I would later find out that was her first kiss, but wow, I had never felt sparks like that before. I always thought that feeling sparks when you kiss was another one of those dumb clichés about love people always like to throw out for no good reason—but boy was I wrong.

Summer didn't hang out with us at school that next Monday. In fact, it was the Friday nearly two weeks later before I had even seen her again. It wasn't a chance encounter though when I finally did. She sought me out to ask if we could talk after school. I agreed, and a few hours later we were walking through a park talking.

She told me how it took her a week to even process what had happened that night, it simply didn't make sense to her how she was feeling, and especially how the kiss affected her. I had to admit to her that I was basically in the same boat as well, still confused over my unrequited love and of course trying to sort out what happened with Summer and why I felt those sparks fly.

Summer had felt it too, and it confused and scared her. She didn't really know what she wanted, she wasn't sure she wanted to date or anything, but she definitely felt a connection unlike any she had experienced. The real problem though was talking to her father about it.

I would later come to learn that Summer was very open with her dad about everything, there were no secrets between them, and that made her confusion even more challenging, because she felt like she was letting him down as she tried to process. As soon as she told me that she told her father, I knew nothing could happen.

Let's face it, he was a pretty prominent pastor in our small town, and I'm not the type of person that any pastor would want his daughter to be in a relationship with. I could think of at least 300 guys in our school that would get his blessing before I would. Of course Summer would reveal that I was right about that, but only at first apparently. Her dad knew he taught her to love, and he found himself questioning why he should stand in the way of her doing exactly what he had taught. Apparently after praying about it, her dad gave her permission to see where things went.

I reacted oddly to this as I wasn't really sure how to take it. I'd never really considered Summer as someone I could date, but here was this opportunity in front of me, and there was a definite connection. I asked for time to think it over, and a week later we went on our first real date.

We dated throughout high school, and I got to know her dad pretty well in that time and he wasn't what I had typically associated with churchy types, which was nice. When it came time for me to graduate and go off to college, we made a very fateful decision to break up for a year.

She still had senior year left to complete, and I was starting college several hours away. We'd never had any relationship but each other, and so we decided to take a break to try and experience new things. Yeah, that didn't work out so well. I made friends like crazy in college, but no one was sparking my interest like Summer did. Even though she went out on several dates, Summer's candle still burned for me.

I went home at Halloween for Summer's 18th birthday. It was fun and all, but my heart ached the entire time because of the friend wall we had put up. She texted me after the weekend about how agonizing it was for her too.

So that's the background that brings us to the real story. It was the weekend of my 19th birthday and it had been a whirlwind already. I didn't have any classes that Friday, and even though I couldn't make it, Summer's dad came up to visit and we had lunch. He had some conference to go to as well, but he came up early just so we could spend some time together. He also wanted to confirm what I had already figured out, that Summer was miserable being apart from me, and I her. Summer would be coming to spend the weekend visiting me later that night once she was done with school and basketball practice.

So as I said, it was a dark and stormy night. Not the thunder and lightning and pouring down rain like cats and dogs type of storm, but the cold, freezing fog type of storm with snow so thick you couldn't see five inches in front of your face type of stormy night.

The storm had come out of nowhere. Weather reports that morning hadn't even called for snow. While the snow passed over my college town rather quickly, it barreled along the freeway that Summer would be taking to visit.

It was half past eight before I got the call that would change my life forever. I'm sure you've guessed by now that it was Summer's dad calling me saying that she had gone off the road into a ditch, and that Summer had been transported to the university medical center in critical condition.

I bundled up, going outside to start to dig my car out to get to the hospital as quick as I could. My car was completely iced over and without a second thought I ran two miles in the freezing cold, nearly falling on my ass several times (and doing so once or twice as well).

Lungs nearly frozen and gasping for air I arrived at the hospital and looked for Summer's dad. I looked for twenty minutes and tried to find anyone who could help me find my Summer. Finally coming out from the secured doors leading into the trauma wings, he looked somber and shook his head.

"Something shattered in the car when she went off the road and shredded through her stomach, gall bladder, and her pancreas. Doctor's said the damage is to extensive so they've opted not to do surgery. She's only got a little bit to live."

I thought I had to be in a fantasy world, that I'd fallen down the rabbit hole. Maybe I died from one of the falls on my way to the hospital because at that moment I went completely numb, this couldn't be happening to me.

I couldn't help but break into tears and he pulled me into his arms to give me a strong hug that I needed at that moment.

"She asked me to go get a few things, but she really wants to see you. I'll be back in thirty." He let me go and directed me where to go so I could get to her.

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