"I'll never leave here, you know. Even before you, I knew I would never leave."
Morgan hummed in response.
Eli was lying on his back on a shelf a few inches below the surface of the water whilst Morgan braided shells and seaweed into his shoulder length brown hair.
A couple of months had gone by since their talk and Eli had since realised that he also loved Morgan.
Eli had started sleeping on the rocks at night, in a place where the tide didn't change, so that he could be with Morgan as much as possible.
They had also gotten into the habit of leaving little poems around the island for the other to find.
They kept each other happy and joined to the world.
The world had seemed to change overnight from monochrome to full colour.
They had gone from merely existing to living.
Everyone should get a chance to live, to be happy.