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Third Person POV

By nightfall, the wind and rain came upon the island again.

Fortunately, before the end of the day, with all the able bodied volunteers working hard without stopping, the makeshift shelter had expanded to accommodate all survivors.

The only problem was, by the end of the day, only one side of the makeshift shelter had a wall.

Everyone tried to huddle where the wall was but of course the others had to make do with just the roofing above them.

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AJ waited until Art had fallen asleep. Once AJ had ensured that Art was fast asleep, he used his body and blanket to wrap around Art and protect him from the cold and rain.

When morning came, Art awakened first.

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When he realized what AJ had done for him during the night, he was at a loss to know how to feel about it.

He felt grateful but at the same time, he felt uncomfortable having to feel indebted to AJ. He had to find a way to repay AJ's kindness.

He noticed that the others who had already awakened as well were gathered around White, who, along with two other staff had worked to get a fire going near the edge of the makeshift shelter.

Art stood up and approached the group, being careful not to step on any sleeping person on his way to where he could smell coffee being passed around in styropore cups.

The rain had stopped and the pleasant smell of fresh sea air of the island met his nose. He inhaled deeply, appreciating the clean air which he could not experience in the city.

He gratefully accepted the coffee from White and asked if he could have a second cup.

White smiled. "Are you a coffee addict?"

"Oh, no, no," Art replied, "I was thinking of bringing a cup to my friend over there."

"Oh, okay," said White, handing Art another cup of coffee.

Art brought the coffee back to where AJ was still sleeping soundly. He set the coffee cup down, making sure that the surface where he set it down was even and would not make the cup tilt and spill sideways. Then he gently shook AJ awake.

AJ first opened one eye and then the other.

"I brought you a cup of coffee," said Art, "drink it while it's still hot."

AJ slowly sat up, feeling some warmth in his chest in spite of the cold atmosphere in the windy island.

"Thank you, Art," AJ said, taking the cup from Art.

"I believe you should be calling me P'Art. I'm a good five years older than you."

AJ could not help shaking his head. Calling Art with the honorific would only serve to remind Art of their age gap. Why did Art have to be so age conscious?

AJ took a sip of his coffee and grimaced.

"I'm sorry, only black coffee was being passed around over there," Art explained, "I'm used to drinking my coffee black so it didn't occur to me to ask for any packet of cream and sugar."

"It's alright, I'm grateful that I have a hot beverage to drink on a cold morning," AJ remarked, patting Art's hand.

Both Art and AJ sipped their coffee in silence for a while.

"I'm feeling so much better compared to yesterday," Art spoke finally, "if you're still interested in going to visit the river, I'm willing to go with you."

On impulse, AJ hugged Art. Fortunately, they had almost finished drinking their coffee so there was not much that could get spilled.

"Whenever you're ready," AJ said excitedly.

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In the meantime, Chimon stirred slowly awake.

The smell of coffee made him more alert. He sat up and looked at the face of the person sleeping beside him.

The night before, he had fallen asleep using the arm of Kimmon as a pillow.

He wondered if he should wake Kimmon up or if he should just go and get coffee for him and himself.

He decided to let Kimmon have a few more moments of sleep.

He crawled to the edge of the makeshift shelter before standing up and walking to where White was still handing out coffee in small styropore cups.

"Could I have two cups please?" Chimon asked White.

"You're giving a friend the other cup, right?" White asked.

"Yes, sir," Chimon replied, not able to explain, even to himself, why he was blushing.

He slowly made his way back to Kimmon who was already sitting up and stretching his arms upward.

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"Oh, is it coffee that you're bringing me?" Kimmon asked with a broad grin on his face.

"Yes," said Chimon, holding out the cup to Kimmon, the pink on his cheeks turning darker.

As Chimon watched Kimmon sipping from his cup, Chimon said shyly, "By the way, thank you for letting me use your arm as my pillow last night. You must be having circulation problems in your arm right now."

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm fine," Kimmon replied.

Chimon and Kimmon sipped their coffee in silence for a while. Then Chimon started speaking again.

"I don't have to ask if you're older than me, so......" Chimon started to say.

Kimmon interrupted him with, "Ouch, is it that obvious?"

Chimon started to blush once more. "I just wanted to ask if I should call you P'Kim."

"Sure, P'Kim is fine with me," Kimmon replied.

Another moment of silence and then......

"Was there any person that you would be looking for in the island?" Chimon asked.

"Yes," Kimmon replied, "in a little bit, I plan to be asking around and looking for him."

"What is his name?" Chimon asked.

"Copter," Kimmon replied.

Chimon's heart jumped to his throat.

Yesterday afternoon, he was among the group of volunteers who brought back edible and non-edible vegetation to the botanist and he clearly remembered someone being praised by the botanist for bringing guavas back to the makeshift shelter.

Chimon also clearly remembered the name of that person.

His name was Copter.

Chimon struggled with his conscience. Should he tell P'Kim or should he keep P'Kim for himself for a little while until he found Copter?

Chimon suddenly felt very, very sad. Where was Pluem? Did he survive the disaster? Maybe he should do the same as P'Kim. He should start searching for Pluem and hope against hope that he was alive.

As Kimmon stood up to dispose of his empty styropore cup, Chimon grabbed Kimmon's arm.

"P'Kim," he said, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, "I have something to tell you."