The last day on the island had arrived, and the sun was just beginning to dip behind the horizon as we gathered around the campfire. The warm glow illuminated everyone's faces, reflecting off the gentle waves crashing nearby.
After dinner, we sat on the sand, telling funny stories, jokes, and embarrassing tales from the past few days. Laughter echoed across the beach. Kiefer's hand found mine, and he gave it a gentle squeeze, making me blush.
Ci-N stretched his arms toward the sky. "You know what we should do tomorrow morning? Wake up early and watch the sunrise!"
"Absolutely!" Ciel cheered. "It'll be perfect."
Yuri leaned back against a rock, smirking. "I'm up for it… as long as there's coffee."
We all agreed, then called it a night, the fire dying down as we headed to our rooms, the anticipation of the sunrise buzzing in our minds.
Morning came bright and early. The air was crisp, salty, and fresh. Everyone climbed the rocky outcrop near the beach, still sleepy but filled with excitement. The sun slowly peeked above the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of gold and pink.
Ci-N closed his eyes and stretched. "This… this is why I love mornings like this."
One by one, we each shouted what we loved most about the sunrise and the island. Then came the moment we'd all been waiting for: jumping into the water.
Kiefer grabbed my hand, his grip firm but warm. "You should know… I'll always love you," he whispered softly in my ear.
I blushed, squeezing his hand. "I… I know," I murmured.
He climbed to the edge of a rock, his voice booming as he jumped: "I'll love you until scientists find the word!"
I followed, screaming joyfully, "I love my classmates and my family!"
Everyone splashed and laughed in the water, the cool waves chasing away any remaining stress from school or life. Even Yuri and Ciel were teasing and laughing together, capturing the carefree spirit of the island.
Back on the shore, we dried off and enjoyed a light breakfast together, still teasing one another and joking about who fell first or who screamed the loudest.
After breakfast, it was time to pack. Everyone moved quickly, making sure nothing was left behind. Kiefer slipped his arm around me as we gathered our things, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Next week… back to school," he said softly, making me sigh but smile.
The last afternoon on the island ended with laughter, playful arguments, and quiet romantic touches—memories we'd carry back to school on Monday, keeping the bond between us strong and warm.