Last chapter.

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Third Person P.O.V.

Laughter could be heard all around them. Families, friends, gathered in love and pleasure to celebrate or relax. A place of wonder yet clarity. A place of sleeping, and thinking. Somewhere to play, somewhere to talk. Somewhere to hold hands, or hold lips. To cuddle, to restle. To understand and be one with each other. To find the humanity in us humans.

The sun is beaming, people walk by dry and wet. Some smiling, others silent. Far away you could see volleyball courts, and the smell of different foods linger in the air just barely noticeable against the seasalt winds.

You two boys.

A gay couple.

In love.

Happy.

Leo.

None of it matters. What anyone has said, whatever Nico has thought, it doesn't matter like he thinks it does. So he can ask without fear, ask for help. Help is okay, because it's not help when it's from someone you love, it's care. There's a difference. And Nico knows Leo cares, he proved that the night they snuck out and he cut his hand, and all the times they faced haters, and through this whole journey. Leo has been nothing but love and passion.

This was meant to be.

"Leo, who am I?" he asked as they sat together in the sand in the middle of their chairs.

"What do you mean?"

Nico took his last deep breath, "I mean. . . Do you remember when we were in that tree house, and you asked me my sexuality? And I didn't reply because I didn't know? Leo, who am I? I don't even know if I'm a boy or not."

"I-I can't tell you that, Nico."

"I know you can't, but, give me some advice here."

"I . . . " he took a minute to think. "You are a beautiful person who has fallen in love and not taken it, me, for granted. And you're brave. And being able to ask me this, you should know, and I see in your eyes you know but you keep questioning yourself anyway. So stop telling yourself all the possibilities and what ifs because you are strong enough to know. You're over-thinking it. And it's possible I could be wrong, but . . . Just love yourself too, Nico. When it comes down to it, it's just a gut feeling. You just know. And you'll figure it out, once you take it easy. I love you."

"I love you too, Leo."

Time Skip

Nico's P.O.V.

Dinner tastes amazing. It's fish and a salad, and lemonade; simple, yet delicious. At tables around us are other couples, girls and boys, girls and girls, boys and others, and etc. Funny how such a tiny place like this island could be so diverse; I see how Piper finds happiness here, and not where she lived before. Here it's a never-ending paradise, a comforting remedy and drum to our beats. It's love at its finest.

Leo and I have finished are food, and we're holding hands across the table. I'm not making eye contact, no matter how hard he's trying to get me too. I'd rather be lost in thoughts, believe it or not. Because I think I've found peace, somewhere.

"I change a lot." I say.

"Yeah. You went from ornery to romantic in a matter of seconds this morning." I laughed, replaying the events in my head.

"Yeah."

"And you're taste in music. One day it's Fall Out Boy, the next Chase Goehring!"

"He's really good."

"He's okay."

"Take that back."

"Never."

I jump up and walk around the table, sitting as hard as I could on Leo's lap. He groans, but then smiles. For once, no one cares enough to watch.

"I won't move 'til you take it back."

"I'm good with that, I mean, I'd warm up your heart."

"All you're doing is warming my temper."

He kisses my cheek, "It's adorable anyway."

I blush, and draw a finger down my nose. "Whatever, Leo." I have the guts to say.

He smiles in victory, and it's quite handsome.

"But as I was saying . . . I change a lot. And, so does my gender, I guess." I lean against his chest. "But don't worry, I'm not a girl. Male and non-binary, don't get your petty hopes up."

"Yeah, I'm heartbroken."

I kiss his cheek, "Mission accomplished."

"So . . . Fluid?"

I hit his head softly, "Yes, moron."

Piper walks by in a waitress outfit and whispers, "I ship it." She pours our glasses of lemonade full and walks away. I try turning my attention back to Leo, and with those eyes, it works.

"Leo?"

"Yeah?"

I closed my eyes. "I didn't know loving you would make me a rainbow person."

"I see the pun in that. I'm so proud." He pretends to cry.

I cackle lightly, "Yeah. Being gay is fun."

So there you have it. That's who I am, always was, always will be. He figured it out for me, I like to believe. But I know that really it was there all along. A piece of myself I was too afraid to dig deep into. But now I have, and there's nothing wrong that could've been there.

"Thank you, Leo. For everything." I say.

"Love you, Death Boy."

I blush and look down at the nickname, but can't help but look back up. I kiss him, long, passionately.

"I love you too, Leo."

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Dedicated to everyone who helped me find who I am.

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