Unopened Old Answer

That summer started with the sweat stains on the military training uniform, the clinking of ice-cold soda drinks, and the clear smile in the boy's eyes. We all thought that the cicadas would chirp until the end of the story. Until midsummer, the story between me and him pressed the pause button. When the cicada chirping of the past has not yet faded from memory, The new monsoon has quietly stirred my mood. This is an unfinished multiple-choice question about summer and choice.