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Third Person POV

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

With Copter's help, Kimmon was able to build a small makeshift shelter for himself and Copter, just a little farther away from the main shelter. Having their own shelter would give them much needed privacy.

It took them the whole day to build it and they were both exhausted by the end of the day but both Copter and Kimmon felt that it was worth all the hard work to have their own makeshift shelter.

Kimmon spread his blanket on the grassy ground.

He and Copter lay on the blanket, very exhausted but content. Copter's blanket was big enough for both of them to share.

Just before Kimmon closed his eyes, he needed to ask Copter a question. He turned to face Copter, placing his elbow on the ground and resting his chin on his hand.

"Tell me, Copter..." Kimmon started to say.

"No, P'Kim" Copter interrupted Kimmon, "I refuse to answer whatever it is that you want to know."

"Why are you afraid to answer?" Kimmon asked, his heart pounding.

"I didn't do it. Does that answer your question, P'Kim?"

"Why are you upset, Copter?"

"Because I am tired and I just want to sleep. Can your question, whatever it is, wait till tomorrow, P'Kim?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No," Copter replied and shifted his position so that his back was to Kimmon.

Kimmon sighed and lay back on his own space.

His chest felt tight and his heart was telling him not to pursue the question at all tomorrow. Something was telling him that it was best not to know.

Although Copter felt tired he could not sleep. He knew that he still loved Kimmon, but his mind kept going back to that beautiful person he had just met, the handsome botanist, P'San.

Copter wondered whether P'San was single, whether there was someone waiting for him back when he returned to Bangkok.

P'San was not only handsome but very intelligent and knowledgeable. Copter wanted a partner like that, especially on this island.

When Copter finally fell asleep, his dream was all about P'San. His dream was all about the night of the disaster. He was in the same life raft as P'San. P'San was cradling him protectively as the huge waves battered their life raft. P'San had guided the life raft safely to shore and P'San had carried him out of the life raft and had laid him gently on the sand.

And then they kissed.....

"P'San..." Copter moaned against P'San's lips.

"Copter, wake up! You're dreaming!"

Copter was awakened by Kimmon's voice.

Daylight had come upon the island. Copter sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"No morning kiss for me?" Kimmon asked.

"I would like to go to the river to wash my face and rinse my mouth," Copter replied.

"Alright," said Kimmon.

Kimmon did not fail to notice that Copter had not asked him if he wanted to accompany him to the river.

Kimmon lay back on the blanket and closed his eyes, placing one arm over his forehead. His instinct was telling him that there was something going on with Copter, however he was afraid to ask him.

After Copter came back from the river, he did not go back to the makeshift shelter that he and Kimmon had built. Instead he went to the main shelter, to the area where the cruise ship's staff were still sleeping.

Copter gently touched the arm of the botanist.

"Huh?"

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"P'San," Copter whispered, "if you want, I can volunteer to gather water from the river for the morning coffee."

P'San sat up from his lying position.

"That's very kind of you, Cop. Can I call you Cop?"

"Of course, P'San," Copter replied, warmth rising from his neck to his cheeks, making his face grow pink.

"The pot is extra large. It might be too heavy for you to carry on your own once it's filled with water. Why don't we go together to the river and I can hold one handle and you can hold the other, since it has a handle on either side."

"Sounds like a plan," Copter said, his heart pounding with excitement.

San carried the empty pot and headed towards the river with Copter.

The path that they had chosen to get to the river had lots of small loose stones. Before they could reach the river, Copter lost his footing. If San had not caught him in time, Copter would have hit the stony ground.

Without letting go of Copter, San slowly set the big pot on the ground. Then he cradled Copter with both arms. His face got closer and closer to Copter's. Copter's mouth was slightly open, his eyes fixed on P'San's mouth. P'San's lips were half an inch away from Copter's.

"Oh, there you are P'San! Oh, oops sorry! I didn't see anything!"

Nai, one of the cruise ship staff slowly backed away from the scene that he had just witnessed.

P'San straightened himself and allowed Copter to get a steady footing again.

In the meantime, Kimmon continued to lay inside the small makeshift shelter, wondering why it was taking Copter a long time to come back.

After a considerable time had passed, Kimmon decided to get up and get out of the makeshift shelter that he and Copter had built.

Kimmon walked towards the shoreline. He sat on the sand watching the sun slowly rising on the far horizon.

As he sat watching the sky turning a pale pink, for some reason he felt his chest growing tight. Was it possible? Had Copter's feelings for him changed?

"Hey," Kimmon's thoughts were interrupted by someone approaching.

"Good morning," Kimmon responded.

"Would you mind if I sat down here with you to watch the sunrise?" the person asked.

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"No, I won't mind at all," Kimmon replied, looking at the guy's face for the first time.

The guy's eyes were red and puffy, like he did not get any sleep at all, or had he been crying? Kimmon did not want to ask, nor did he want to know. His own thoughts were as turbulent as the huge waves on the night of the storm.

Kimmon and the stranger sat in silence, staring at the horizon.

Suddenly the stranger brought his arms to his knees and lowered his head to his knees. He was sobbing quietly.

Kimmon moved a little closer to the stranger, feeling the need to comfort him.

"Whatever it is, I can assure you that things eventually get better," Kimmon said, running his hand gently across the stranger's back.

"No! No!" the stranger cried, "they will never get better. He has found someone else on this island! We will never get back together again! He never really loved me in the first place. Bas never did! That's why his feelings can get easily swayed!"

Kimmon continued to run his hand across the stranger's back. He was at a loss for words. He felt tears streaming down his own face. He tried to rationalize that he was crying out of sympathy for the stranger's predicament. He was not yet ready to admit that his tears were for himself.