A Summer To Remember: Novella (Lost Love Book 1)

A Summer To Remember: Novella (Lost Love Book 1) by C.L. Richards

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happiest I've ever been. Helped me concentrate on something other than the darkness trying to suffocate me. The light at the end of my tunnel. The reason to live life on the straight and narrow.
      But overhearing your parents, discuss we should be apart. You needed to concentrate on your studies. Which I agreed with, you do but I couldn’t bare thinking of a life without you beside me. I know I’m being selfish, but you are my life, Izzy.
    I’m sorry for the hurt my death will cause but please know I love you with all my heart. I know I have no right to ask, but I have one request, please will you do this for me, sweetheart.    
    Live your life to the full. Find your prince and hold on tight, never let go.
    You were my one Izzy, my soul mate. I will always love you, never forget that. When you're lonely or sad just look up at the sky, I will be there looking down on you.
    I will always be yours.
    Sorry.
    Josh
    Angry, I'm so fucking angry. How could he keep something like this to himself? Was I not worthy enough? Did he think I would leave him if I found out? I'm angry at myself, angry at my parents but most of all angry at Josh. The three years of our relationship were built on dishonest trust.
      How could he believe I would let him go for the rest of my life? That was never my intention. It was only meant to be for a few months, to keep my parents happy.
    I look up at the stars, feeling confused. You’ll never get a chance to meet your child, all because you didn’t come to me. I would've helped you, been there for you. Whatever you needed, why did you have to go and do something like this.
    Furiously swiping at the unwanted tears, I don’t want to cry anymore. I’m pissed off at crying.

Chapter Eight
     
    Isabelle
     
    Plastering a smile on my face, to give the illusion everything’s fine. When in reality, it’s anything but fine. On the inside my heart is screaming at me, I’m broken, He killed himself, Josh Killed himself. Not ready to grasp, the why’s and how’s. I hold my chin up, ready to slip into my happy facade.
    I push the door open, entering the living room. Everyone’s sat around the television, as usual, one by one everybody turn’s and focuses on me.
    Kyle gives a slight nod as a way of asking if I am okay. I answer with a small smile which seems to please him. His attention is pulled back to the game, just as James shoots him. Caleb and James holler Kyle’s a loser while Kyle flips them off, I can't help laughing.
    I catch Xavier trying to gain my attention to which I tilt my head, letting a genuine smile grace my lips. Xavier patted the empty chair beside him, he shows for me to have a seat. I cross the living room until I’m standing before him. Reaching forward, he pulls me onto his lap, whispering in my ear I missed you today. Curling into his body as a way to gain comfort. He brings me peace.
    He takes a deep breath, “I love having you in my arms.” reluctantly allowing a sigh to slip past her lips, “I like being in your arms.” A smile lights up his face, his dimple appears which I can’t help but to reach out and touch. Looking at Xavier you can see happiest radiating off him. 
    The rest of the evening is spent with me sat in his lap, munching my way through a bowl of chips. Watching the boys cursing and bantering with each other has me in fits of laughter.
      He tenderly places his hand on my leg, soothingly rubbing along my thigh.  He leans back into the chair, leaving me with no choice but to follow his movement. I curl my body into his, my heartbeat thrummed. “Can you feel the overwhelming chemistry between us?”
    Blood rushes to my cheeks, leaving me flushed. What do I say? I mean, every time I’m near him, I want to jump his bones. I wonder if the pregnancy hormones are playing with my emotions, making me more aware of him.
    Waiting for me to calmly to answer him, his eyebrows furrow. Instead of giving him a clear answer, I play it off with a shrug. My body

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