Summer Love was harsh. It was a harsh romance because you knew that summer didn't last forever, kissing in the back of cars would end, night strolls in the caravan parks would end, the content feeling after a swim with him would end once summer ended.

But you were just so lucky.

Back in your home village, Malakai only lived in the town next to it, a fifteen minute drive. So you were lucky.

But anyway.

It was the summer of 2014 in Kerry at Banna Strand. The days were hot, and the nights were cool.

It was the usual sunny evening, it was nine o'clock and the sun was setting only now, so here you were stuck with your gang at the beach, five bikes thrown on the ground as the five of you were lined up at the ice cream truck by the parking lot.