It was getting pretty late now; the meteor shower had begun and I’d not seen Kai or Summer for a while. I wondered if he was even planning on bringing the poor girl back. I looked outside and, quite surprisingly actually, found my answer. Kai was leaning back against a rock, fast asleep, his arms wrapped around Summer, who had her head against his chest. They reminded me of myself and Michelle in so many ways; if she was still here today, I know she’d be proud. Of both Kai and Melandra.
“Aw, how sweet. I was starting to worry; Kai never really seemed interested in any of the island girls. He’s really taken to Summer, don’t you agree, Father?” Melandra said from beside me, a hand over her chest as she sighed wistfully.
I gave her a small nod. “He’s needed someone to bring him back out of his shell since your mother...you know,” She gave me a sympathetic smile, letting out a sad sigh. “And Summer’s done that for him, that and much, much more.”
“Yes,” Melandra replied. Summer’s red-haired friend appeared on the other side of me, looking out at them as well.
“I wonder what colour her dress will be.” She said to nobody in particular with a small laugh. She was of course thinking of things in the same way that I was.
Things took a different turn though when Factum appeared behind us. “They do seem to jell together well; I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kai bond to someone so much. He really does dote on that girl, doesn’t he?”
“Muchly so. Not that you don’t view her as a daughterly figure of sorts, do you?” I chuckled sarcastically.
“She just has that effect on people, Pacome,” The old man chuckled. “In fact, lately, I’m beginning to wonder; Kai told you that Kindle told them that Puertaros didn’t actually want to hurt Summer, is that right? Maybe he has some heart towards the girl, too.”
“I very much doubt that, Factum,” I replied with a shake of the head. “Puertaros doesn’t care about anyone.”
“Ah, but that’s only as far as you know,” Factum replied. Gosh, he was annoying sometimes. “He may be more complex than even you know.”
“Right,” I replied, rolling my eyes at him. “Puertaros, most heartless man in the world not wanting to hurt a teenager. That’ll be the day.”