|Grace|
Days on the island blurred together in a haze of sun, sea, and Silvester. Time seemed to stretch out in an endless, golden loop, each day flowing seamlessly into the next. There was a peacefulness here, a rhythm that soothed the jagged edges of my thoughts and made the world outside feel like a distant memory. It was easy to forget everything—the poison, the hospital, the chaos Keith had unleashed—when I was with Silvester.
The mornings became my favorite. We would wake to the sound of the waves lapping gently against the shore, the sunlight streaming through the open windows of the rest house. Silvester would pull me close, his warmth chasing away the last remnants of sleep, and for a few precious moments, there was nothing but us—no past, no future, just the quiet intimacy of t
