ADAM’S POVThe shock of the news reverberates through me, numbing my senses, but one thing is clear; I can’t stay here. The bar, with its noise and indifferent faces, becomes a suffocating cage. I push back my chair and stand, not sparing a glance at George and Adrian. There’s no point in trying to explain anything to them. They don’t care, and even if they did, their words would be nothing but a hindrance, holding me back when all I want is to get out, to do something.They call after me, their voices mingling with the din of the bar, but I’m already halfway to the door. My steps quicken, propelled by an urgency I can’t fully explain, a need to escape before the weight of what I’ve heard crushes me completely. The cool night air hits me like a slap as I push through the door, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.I don’t think; I just act. My car is parked just outside, and I’m behind the wheel in seconds, the engine roaring to life with a ferocity that mirrors the
ADAM’S POVThe news loops in my mind, the words "crashed" and "no survivors" replaying over and over like a broken record. But, I refuse to accept it. There has to be a chance, some slim possibility that Aria is still out there, waiting to be found.The crash occurred somewhere in the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, where islands dot the endless water. It’s almost impossible to know exactly where, but that doesn’t deter me. I have to try, no matter how difficult the search may be. I immediately begin making arrangements, calling my assistant to set everything in motion.“Do it as soon as possible and make sure that our jet won’t fail us.”“Sure, boss.”My private jet will be ready as soon as possible, and we’ll head out to those islands, combing the area for any sign of the wreckage, of survivors. The logistics are daunting – the ocean is so vast, the islands scattered like tiny dots on an endless blue canvas. But I can’t let that stop me. Aria is out there, and I won’t rest until
ARIA’S POVThe ocean is a vast, unforgiving expanse, stretching endlessly in every direction. The waves rise and fall like living things, their power evident as they surge around me, threatening to pull me under with each crest. My heart pounds in my chest, my limbs burning with exhaustion as I fight to stay afloat, to keep my head above water. Panic claws at my throat, but I force it down, knowing that giving in to fear now will mean certain death.Then, in the distance, I see it—a flash of color against the dark water, a sudden, desperate movement. It’s Ethan. Relief floods through me, a momentary respite from the terror that grips me. He’s alive. But as I watch, that relief turns to horror. He’s struggling, his arms flailing wildly, his head barely breaking the surface as the waves batter him from all sides. He’s drowning.Every instinct in my body screams at me to go to him, to reach out and pull him to safety. But the ocean has other plans. The waves are ruthless, pushing us apar
ARIA’S POVThe feeling of solid ground beneath me is a small comfort, a reprieve from the overwhelming terror of the ocean. I no longer have to fight against the waves, no longer feel the cold, unrelenting water pulling me under. But as I lie there on the beach, the weight of what’s happened crashes over me, and I’m powerless to stop the tears that follow.I cry for everything—the crash, the loss of Ethan, the unknown fate of everyone else who was on that plane. I cry for the terror I felt in the water, for the hopelessness that gnawed at me as I drifted further and further away from the wreckage. But mostly, I cry for the overwhelming loneliness that now engulfs me, stranded on this island, cut off from everything and everyone I’ve ever known.As the tears flow, my thoughts turn to my family. I think of my mother, my father, Neal, Nathan—wondering how they’ll cope with the news. They’ve probably already heard about the crash, and I know they’ll be doing everything in their power to f
ARIA’S POVExhaustion weighs heavy on my limbs, and despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind, sleep overtakes me. My body, pushed far beyond its limits, gives in to the desperate need for rest. I collapse onto the sand, the cool earth beneath me, and I fall into a deep slumber, the kind that comes only when the body has nothing left to give.Every muscle in my body aches, but the relief of lying still is overwhelming. My eyelids, heavy with fatigue, close almost involuntarily, shutting out the disorienting darkness of the night around me.For the first time in my life, there’s no one around, no familiar faces, no voices to break the silence. It’s just me, stranded in some remote corner of the world, far from everything I’ve ever known. This island, a place that should feel like a refuge, instead feels like a prison.The solitude is suffocating, the silence oppressive, and despite the stretch of land I now call my own, I feel more isolated than ever before. The waves that had o
ARIA’S POVMorning comes, but it feels like another dream, a surreal continuation of the night’s restless, fearful thoughts. The sun is already a bit high in the sky, its warmth filtering through the leaves overhead and casting dappled patterns on the ground.I lie there, half-asleep, caught between the remnants of my troubled dreams and the harsh reality of my situation. The sound of the waves, once terrifying, now feels almost soothing, a constant rhythm that lulls me into a false sense of security.Then, I feel something—a touch, warm and firm, wrapping around my hand. My first instinct is to think it’s part of the dream, that my mind is conjuring up a comfort I desperately crave. But the touch is persistent, real. I jolt awake, my body reacting before my mind catches up. I sit up quickly, my heart pounding, eyes struggling to focus in the bright morning light.Everything is a blur. The world around me swims with indistinct shapes and colors, the brightness of the sun making it dif
ARIA’S POVMy mind races as I try to make sense of everything. Adam is here, but how? The vastness of the ocean, the isolation of this island—how did he manage to find me in this seemingly endless expanse of water and land? I can’t help but ask, my voice still shaky. “How did you find me, Adam?”Adam looks at me, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that I’ve rarely seen. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze—joy, yes, but also wetness that hints at the tears he’s holding back, and a profound relief that seems to wash over him as he begins to explain.He tells me that after the news broke about the crash, the rescue teams located debris some kilometers away in the North-Western Leeward Islands. The world had known about the disaster, and rescue operations were swiftly mobilized. Neal, Nathan, and Dad were all there, scouring those waters, desperate to find any sign of life. But Adam followed his instinct.He goes on to explain that while the others focused on the area where th
ARIA’S POVAs I get up, I find Adam sitting beside me, a quiet sentinel in this unfamiliar place. It’s such a relief to see him, to have someone I trust nearby after everything that’s happened. I’ve never seen Adam this caring, this attentive before.His presence feels like an anchor, steadying me in the midst of all the uncertainty. And yet, there’s something else—a strange, new attraction that I can’t quite explain. It’s like a seed of affection has been planted in my heart, growing in the warmth of his kindness. It’s not just gratitude or relief; it’s something deeper, something that makes me want to stay close to him, to let him protect me.But even as I feel this pull, I do my best to maintain some distance. It’s confusing, these feelings that are bubbling up inside me. After all, Adam and I have always been close, but not like this. Not with this strange mix of vulnerability and affection that makes my heart beat faster whenever I catch his eye. Still, I remind myself that this