It was their last weekend at Love Crest Bay.
The sun was setting as they stood at the edge of the water. Hands clasped, feet buried in warm sand.
"You think we'll still feel this way when we're back in real life?" Elias asked.
Malik looked at him, seriously. "I don't want this to end. We'll figure it out. You and I. Whatever it takes."
They kissed again—deeper this time, full of memory and meaning.
As the sky darkened, Elias pulled out his sketchbook. The last page was blank.
He looked at Malik. "This one's for us."
And he began to draw.
Because some stories don't end.
They continue.
Especially the ones written in sunsets and sealed with promises.