“You’ll miss it, come on.” Isabela leads you out to the deck of the ship. “I love seeing this in the morning.”

The sun has begun to rise. Yellow, orange, and pink splatters across the water. There’s seagulls flying off in the distance, barely a cloud in sight. Isabela doesn’t think herself much of a romantic, but the warmth she feels in this moment is what it feels like to be your soulmate.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, but her eyes slide to your reaction.