June’s Point of View
The salty breeze from the sea carried the sound of waves lapping against the dock. The boat that would take us away from Isla Del Fierte bobbed gently on the water, its white hull gleaming in the morning light. My heart sank.
“So fast? You’re leaving already?” Iana’s lips formed the most dramatic pout I had ever seen. She looked like a little girl being told her favorite candy store was closing forever.
“I know,” I said with a soft smile. “It feels too soon.”
Beside me, Dos ruffled her hair playfully. “We’ll be back, don’t worry.”
“That’s gonna take forever before you come back again,” she sighed, crossing her arms in exaggerated frustration. “I’m really going to miss you, Ate June.”
Her words hit me right in the heart. I bent down, pulling her into a warm hug, b
