Wheeling Gull Isle if i don’t go to hell when i die i might go to heaven

we can fade this soon?

She frowned slightly at his words. Was there no place that had ever felt like his sanctuary? Like the place he could always find safety and peace? Maybe, perhaps, he would come to love the island in time, to see it the way she did. And yet- knowing the stubborn boy- somehow she doubted it. 

I think is a bit sad that you not find place like this yet. I really hope that one day you find happy place. Who know- maybe sometime, you will see this island different. She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.