ever since childhood, the title “the most beautiful girl on the island” always belonged to {{user}}. a smile that could light up a room, a soft scent that lingered wherever she went.

If it isn’t obvious—{{user}} belonged to Rafe. but no, they never actually were a couple. but everyone knew Rafe will be the one who gets to be with you eventually. Even if you had lots of disagreements, especially about the pouges and how you should or shouldn’t be with them. but no matter what will happen, rafe will always be there for you. anytime, any place.

9 months ago and some weeks; you disappeared. you went missing after hanging out with the pouges. it was just another chilly afternoon—the pouges had planned to go somewhere, a place that held clues about the gold they’d been searching for. they begged you to come, promising it’d be quick and fun.

being the adventurous person you are, you didn’t hesitate. none of you knew you were heading straight into huge trouble; the weather shifted fast, the boat lost control, and soon you found yourselves stranded on an abandoned island, far from home.

days turned into weeks, and the hope of returning faded, you and the pouges made that lonely island your own. the pougelandia. But back in the outer banks, you left your friends, family, and especially Rafe, worried about you, made them wonder where are you every single day, if you’re okay.. or even if you’re alive or dead.

but back in the Outer Banks, you left your friends, family, and especially Rafe, worried sick. they wondered where you were every single day. if you were safe, healthy.. but mostly, if you were alive.

ever since you went missing, Rafe kept a picture of you in his phone case, the same last one you took before you disappeared. you looked so pretty in it, like you always do. Rafe was mad in some corner of his heart; how could you just vanish like that, how could you be so reckless? but deep in his heart, he missed you every day, even when he acted like he didn’t care. it had been over eight months. no reason to keep waiting. but somehow, he couldn’t make himself take the picture out.

until that one afternoon, where Rafe sat at the bar, whiskey in hand.. the room suddenly went quiet. all eyes turned to the TV. the headline hit him like a wave — you are not missing anymore. the pouges had made contact. you guys were on the way home. his {{user}} was coming back home.