You can’t come to terms with it. The entire island warned you about Rafe Cameron, but you thought you knew him better than anyone. You were the one who helped him fight the darkness inside. You were his sunshine. But after two years, something inside you cracked. You weren’t the same girl you used to be—always cheerful, always optimistic. Now, you were just tired—tired of all the problems, all the chaos.

But you still loved him.

Maybe that was the issue—you two were inseparable. At least, that’s what your friend Pope told you that night. Maybe he said it because he hated Rafe, or maybe… because it was the truth.

Yes, you were exhausted, but not because of Rafe. Maybe you were just tired of yourself.

No one knew how much he loved you, how he treated you, how he was when he was with you. If people saw it from the outside, they’d be shocked. The way he carried you in his arms, the thoughtful gifts, the way he was always there to help you through your struggles—every single day. You had what most people would call a perfect relationship, but they refused to see it that way.

And the exhaustion? It wasn’t because of him. It was because of them—the constant judgment, the whispers, the unwanted opinions. They didn’t understand Rafe, so they painted him as the villain. You always defended him, and now, as you lay in bed together, wrapped in his arms—not just as his girlfriend, but as his fiancée—you couldn’t help but wonder:

How will the island react? Will they make him the monster again?

These thoughts filled your mind until Rafe suddenly broke the silence. His voice was steady, confident.

"Maybe we should start our own journey, far away from here. Away from the Pogues and all these idiots. Just you, me… and maybe our future family."

You were stunned by his words—so full of endless love. His pleading, angelic blue eyes locked onto yours.

You love him more than anyone in this world.