It's Not Summer Without You (Summer, #2)

by Jenny Han

When a person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone?

It was still dark out. It was bad news, of course; bad news is the only kind that really can’t wait.

As soon as I heard the phone ring, even in my sleep, I knew.

I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.