The Making Of:

An excerpt from August, Honey:“You were mine,” he slurs when the ringing stopped. “Remember, in August, you were mine.”Silence, just pants, then - “I was. I am, baby.”“No, you’re not. You’re not anymore,” Even says. There’s heat in his voice; his heart is beating so erratically. His nails are digging on his palm; a little more force and it’ll draw blood. “It’s officially September. Now you’re just a stranger.”“Stop saying that and can you please just-” “You breathe so loud, do you remember?” Even says, and he’s on a roll. “I was listing all your flaws to make it easier for me to hate you because it was you who broke us up that one time. And you know what I got? All that I could think about was how you breathe so fucking loud it drove me crazy.”“Even, please-”“You drove me crazy that time, too. It was the most hurt you ever made me feel.” -Or: that worst August, September, October, November and December of Isak and Even's life, all told in Isak's perspective.