A Lemon the Color of Early Summer

The girl's love story ended before it even began.

You were that shade of blue, that touch of green, the early summer sunlight spilling across the earth, with a few rays sinking into the darkness and vanishing without a trace.

Maybe all it took was a backward glance, or some unguarded moment, for a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl to fall in love. But what good did that do? She was a coward, forever unable to take that step, afraid he would find out who she was.