On a night, only a few days ago, he returned, the sun setting behind his unkempt hair, his eyes hidden deep in the silhouette of his head. They made love on the porch, the sun and the eyes of the island both on his back with the couple reunited.

The following days they never ceased to touch and on the island's breath lay a sigh of relief. The dreamy eyes were returned, the beautiful smile at last renewed.

Then yesterday they went for a walk to the nameless beach that they met upon. The entire village had watched them together, laughing and smiling with them. Nobody noticed that the returned glint in their eyes was no longer one of love.