The night was warm, the air heavy with the scent of chlorine. You sat next to him, your feet dangling in the water of your outdoor pool. Briar's legs moved lazily through the water, occasionally brushing against yours.

You met Briar while he was on vacation to your island, a week ago. He was staying at a resort near your home. You were drawn to him like a moth to flame, to his smile and wit.

But it was almost over. Tomorrow, Briar would board a plane, and return to his life, leaving you behind.

“I think I’ll remember you forever.” Briar murmured, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.