The Secret Island

ow if he w

ome back to see her again. But when the time passed. Winter came and went, then spring that she lo

ed her life. And now she is here. She is back to this small island in the Mediterranean Sea e

ely smiled as if he carrie

man…

us and strict but kind person. She knows he rarely smiles, but once he does, she can barely breathe. He is six years older than she is but always treats her as his equal. She knows he l

aly every year after her graduation from one of the leading universities in fashion here. One part is fo

lutely no contact allowed. Any why she never mentions where she goes. Perhaps Milan, perhaps Rome, she would answer dismissively when anyone dared to ask. This hap

t. Why does someone that the world praises as ‘having it all’ as Celine

s, she knows with her whole

me we spent together

ve. He listened to her confession and didn’t say any

rusted. She trusts him. And if she has some cour

e sand, and the fine grains comfort her. She picks up a seashell and studies its s

ed to enjoy running on the beach without a care in the world. But yes, apparently too clumsy and

on the sand. She listens to the sound

She decides it is time for the wait to end. It's about time... It

and watches as many fine grains

ut it, this is similar to that

cruel like this... and when she gave up hope, he just showed

will come b

*

A university in

. Her latest handsome Italian boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, suddenly broke up with her. And the reason was some dumb excuse. He said she had to go

ouldn’t live

he lov

ES

he have

erm studying for her busin

of course, spending time in Italy is simply heaven, not to mention papa’s credit cards as gifts for her usual shopping spree. She thought she’d like it here. Just studying, following what papa told her, she loathed planning; too many details to think about, and life is too sho

lculus, and after she knew she had passed the exam, everything about that subject was forgotten. She didn’t know studying fashion required this many math skills. Oh well, it is still a business school after all. Still, she didn’t think she had to study this hard. She was exhausted—there

e class had students from all over the world, and her friends arranged

d to scream—It’s bl

is dark brown hair was always meticulously groomed. His eyes were sweet to look at, and those long eyelashes softened his str

he same group project. We got to talk, we partied tog

dumb words after a few months. And so she now sa

h is

wamp. Damn him! He is an ex now; he doesn’t have the right to make me feel this way. She decided she would stop sulking and start to take care of herself again. Maybe

thing in the fresh summer air, wiping away all the remainin

ld it up to the sky. The silver plas

r her fellow students staring when she re

G TO THE

*

has nothing

ing there alone. Loneliness is an ugly mo

finished all her study and only waiting for a graduation ceremony. This trip came right afte

t for people who want some solitude and to enjoy nature. They were not wrong. Beautiful beach, crystal clear seawater, cute stores here and there. But there was no

became a headband. And although her initial intention was time alone for reflection, she still hadn’t forgotten to bring two large luggage of clothes. Even though she noticed no one here dressed up as if they were going to a fashion show as she did, Celine didn't care.

lsewhere. Her eyes are glued to her phone. And Her thought still circled around mem

haps all this effo

ple saw her as a s

... but she couldn't

as lost. It was as if she did

money could buy her happiness… clothes,

’t it? But why she didn’t fe

er ex-boyfriend at a rave party caught her eyes. She stared into his fun shenanigan and got engulfed

had no c

e!? Why does all this

the people at the tables

small object lan

m

from a spell of some witchcraft. Celine quickly looked to her left and right

h

face. The figure of a tall man stood in front of her. His short curly hair fluttered slightly from the

you borr

for the first time. He said nothing more and went back

d help? You can just

is eyes from the newspaper to look at her aft

me this. I didn’t ask fo

our phone ran out of battery

thing nicer? ‘Hi’ for

want it t

r.” He turned that indifferent face back to focus on the news he

s to her? What right does he hav

ention but bad manne

again and lifted his ey

worth a proper r

o mind. She rolled her eyes, returned to her tab

i… rude and smug. I wish I don