He was this handsome boy of eighteen with sunny gold blond hair and she was the person who was the hardest to love and who loved the hardest.
There was no place on Earth where she could ever feel fulfilled without him. No land, no island.
She always used to tell herself that she was doomed because of it. She would have to get shipped away to some random place on the whole wide universe where love was just a rumor or become a psychopath, not feeling other people's pain, regret, becoming incapable of loving one.
Or maybe, just maybe, he might feel lost without her too.. And above all, this was the foolish thought she ever hoped to be true.