Seven Lost Summers

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Grief doesn't fade. It festers in silence. And some summers never end.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They say time heals.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But seven years later all we've learned to do is bleed quieter.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She died that summer and the world refused to stop even though ours did.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now the lights blind us the crowds scream our names the magazines call us legends.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Onstage we look untouchable. Offstage we're falling apart.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because every chord drags her ghost to the surface. Every silence reminds us she's still gone.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But grief has a way of binding people together and desire has a way of breaking them open.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What we share is messy. Forbidden. Inevitable.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And after seven lost summers it might be the only thing that can save us... or destroy us.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because some wounds never heal.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Some loves never fade.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They consume.</span></p><p></p>