A full week had already slipped by, and Elena still had nothing, and every draft she forced onto the screen felt thin, clumsy, and embarrassingly inferior to the proposal that had first caught Liesel Taylor’s attention.“What am I doing?” She muttered to herself, “why can’t I think of something a lot more tangible.” She said as she ran her fingers through her hair.Her stomach growled, and it wasn’t until then that she realized that she hadn’t eaten anything when she left the house this morning. Marcus had prepared something for her, but she had been too skeptical to eat it.What if he forgot about her allergies again, and added kiwi to the food? The thought was ridiculous, especially since she knew that Marcus wouldn’t make that mistake, at least not after almost killing her last week.But there was also a part of her that welcomed the unsettling thoughts that Marcus had most definitely forgotten about the incident that had almost taken her life.Elena couldn’t help but think about t

I’m not going to lie to myself, I feel bummed that they’re cutting the vacation short. I mean, it’s the only time in years that I didn’t have to worry about anything bothering me in my personal life. It’s the first time that I’ve let loose, relaxed, and enjoyed myself. And there is a part of me that wishes it will never come to an end, but I also know that wishes like that don’t ever come true. The island still sits in the back of my mind like a bright, unfinished dream—warm sand, easy laughter, the way the four of them looked at me like I was something worth protecting instead of something to tolerate. Shaking my head as if the thoughts will fall right out of it if I shake hard enough, I console myself with the simple truth that they wouldn’t have pulled the plug unless it mattered. So instead of acting like a baby because my vacation got cut, I can be a fucking adult. I can bear with them instead of being selfish. They must have their own reasons, and judging from the way they