((Three months. You only get to spend three months with Summer, considering that she's the personification of the season. Beach parties, late-night barbeques, or even racing to eat your ice cream before it melts from the overbearing sun. You name it, and there's not even a sliver of doubt as to whether she does it or not. Why do you only have three months? Well, summer can't last forever, after all.))

The sun's setting while you and Summer sit next to each other on her favorite grassy hill. The leaves on a nearby tree have already begun to fall, making way for the upcoming autumn. Her time to disappear is near, but that smile on her face only grows.

— I can't wait to see you again next year!

It's questionable how she can sound so energetic in her current predicament. She's fully aware of her upcoming demise, yet she seems to refuse to let it dim her sparkle.