The island had a huge forest, canopies shielding sunlight from the ground. The sunlight brightened up the bay of the island. The bay was sandy, with pebbles and wet foam. The waves that crashed were huge, washing sand back in with it. It had a small hut, which looked ancient, like of primordial era. The boat was anchored to a small bamboo pole rooted firmly on the sand. Rough big grey rocks, those which can be amazing seats were spread throughout the coast. Marcello was helped down and the luggage was loaded off and leaned against the rocks. The boat had to set sail immediately but not before Marcello was escorted far from the sea, to make sure that he wouldn't escape.
Carson hadn't spoken since the time he was offered bribe and by this time, Marcello had gotten to realize his mistake.
Before the boat could leave, Marcello pulled Carson aside and said, "Carson,my friend. I am gravely sorry for earlier. I never meant to even consider you as dishonest. I was so desperate that i let my irrational action affect our friendship. I know i can't be forgiven but please, do consider my apology. I will miss you very much brother. "
Carson,being the down to earth and soft hearted person he was, patted Marcello on the shoulder and said, "Do take care Marcello. "
Before Carson could turn away, Marcello uttered, "Please tell Evelyn that I love her; love her from the innermost part of my heart. Tell Lyn,that even if i die here, my love for her never would."
Carson smiled (i aww-ed) ,"Will do, brother. "
Marcello pursed his lips and continued, "Thank you. For all that you have done. "
Carson nodded and retreated. Within minutes,the boat was bobbing at a distance, leaving Marcello behind.
"Well i guess it's just me then. " Marcello sighed.
Marcello went to the hut,parting the curtain made by leaves and creepers. The hut had a wooden table and a scratchy bed of straws. It had a fan made of banana leaves. Marcello bought inside his things and started keeping them. All his food stayed on the table, luggage consisting of clothes was kept beside the bed and his canvas of ruined painting ,stood on the centre of the room.
For the rest of the day he did nothing but sulk. His hands and fingers ached for painting but all in vain. He went out and didn't even bother to explore the island. He just sat on a rock and stared off at a distance, were the sun was setting and the waves were breaking. He thought about home, about his family, his work and his dear lovely Evelyn. He was so engulfed in his thoughts that he failed to realize that evening had dawned upon his prison and his cage was now dark.He returned to the hut and lay on the scratchy bed.
Evelyn's coal black messy bun, her gleaming brown eyes and her rosy lips; the way her touch felt was heart-warming. She smelt of raw paint, her scent addictive, making him want more of her. Her long slender fingers wrapped around his big ones was a sight to treasure,a moment to cherish.When their breathes mingled,their souls intertwined. He couldn't live without her, she couldn't live without him but yet,now they were miles apart,full of each others memories.
He spent the entire night thinking about her. At way past midnight,when the chilling winds blew ferociously ,he thought about who could have made this hut and who had laid here before him. He wondered whether the person had returned or died. Whether he was even alone on this island or......

(PS.I updated!!!
*1*I changed Marcello's height to 6'2.
*2* Shoutout to UmaymaRahemin for being patient enough to put up with my laziness and waiting for me to update and to vshln4 for being a loyal reader and being active. {You guys are the reason i forced my lazy ass to type}
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