Eventually, we all managed to eat our fill, and sat around staring at the bonfire.

"I'm gonna go bring cocksucker some food," Ray said wearily.

"I'll go with you," Bob replied, and Mikey nodded as well.

"Here," Gerard said, pulling the gun out of his belt, and handing it carefully to Ray. "Just in case." Ray took it, and stuffed it into his own waistband, before grabbing a few bananas, and a bottle of water, which Mikey had filled earlier from the waterfall.

"I'll go check on Zara," Tori said, getting up from her position perched at the door of the cabin, and hobbling off to the back. Without a word, Frank and Charlotte got up, hand and hand, and headed towards the bonfire.

"I feel like a walk, Angel. Wanna come with me?" Gerard asked, standing up, and offering his hand to me.

"Sure," I replied.I took his hand, and he helped me up, and we began to walk. We laughed as we passed the bonfire, Charlotte and Frank each had a flaming stick in their hand, dancing around the fire like some weird Indian ritual. Gerard and I walked as the moon rose. Soon, the bonfire had faded from view, and Gerard let go of my hand, sinking into the sand, and burying his face in his hands. Unsure of what to do, I slowly sat beside him, and put my hand on his knee. I waited.

"I almost killed a man, Angel," he whispered eventually, his voice shaking slightly.

"But you didn't," I replied softly.

"I wanted to," he replied. "I still want to."

"That's called being human, Gerard. I want to kill him, too."

"And yet, you helped him," Gerard said, looking into my eyes.

"I'll tell you something. I took an oath, promising to do no harm, ease suffering, and 'not play at God.' When I looked at him today, well, I broke that oath. I could easily have given him the morphine, and he wouldn't have felt a thing. But I WANTED to cause him pain, and I did. And I'll tell you, when I held that syringe in my hand, it took all my will power not to just overdose him right there, and put an end to it. The only reason I didn't is cause, well, I didn't think I could live with myself if I killed him," I whispered. "We're both guilty. But he's guiltier." Gerard put an arm around me, and pulled me into his chest.

"You know, I honestly thought I was going to die today," Gerard whispered. "And I started thinking, you know? About things I'd regret not saying. I'm really glad you switched seats with Bob, you know." I laughed.

"Me too. I can't believe that when I first saw you, I thought you were a tool for wearing sunglasses inside. Like that matters!"

"Wait, you thought I was a tool?" he cried in mock horror, and I laughed harder. "All I thought was that you were gorgeous. What do you think now?" I stopped laughing immediately, and felt myself beginning to blush.

"You're the glue that holds us together, you're our fearless leader. You're the one who's gonna get us out of here alive, and-" I cut myself off, afraid of letting on too much.

"And what?" he whispered, looking down at me. I blushed harder. I couldn't say it, I just couldn't. That's what crazy girls do. I merely looked up at him, and our eyes met. "Just say it, Angel. Please?" I shook my head, and pulled away from him a little, wrapping my arms around my knees pulled up to my chest.

"I can't say it," I whispered. "Maybe Charlotte can do it, but I can't."

"Do what?"

"Let go. She can just let go and have fun, all the while knowing that someday, she's gonna get hurt. I can't do that. Eventually, we'll get off this frigging island, and then you'll go back to being a rock star, and I'll be unemployed, my apartment will be gone, and I'll probably have to live with my parents. I don't need a broken heart on top of that. So I just can't say it," I whispered, as a tear slipped down my cheek. Gerard moved behind me, putting his arms around mine, and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Is that what you think?" he asked softly, laughing a little. "You wanna hear what I think will happen? I think we'll get off this island, and you'll come to Jersey with me, and we'll buy a house. You can get a job at a hospital in the city, or come on tour with us, and patch up all the boo-boos the kids get in the mosh pit. Then, after a year or so, we'll get married, and have a huge wedding and invite everyone we know. Then maybe a few years later, I'll retire, and we'll have a couple of kids. I'll stay home and watch them, and keep the house clean, while you become a famous neurosurgeon or something. Eventually, when we're old and gray, we'll die in our beds, and they'll bury us side by side. See, I'm in this to the end, you're never gonna get rid of me now. I love you, Angel." I immediately turned to face him.

"Do you mean that?" I sniffed, staring into his hazel eyes.

"You know I do. I know it's crazy, and I've only known you for six days, but I love you. Someone once told me that when you meet 'The One', you just know it. Well, I know it," he whispered, and for some reason, I completely believed him. "Do I even have a chance, Angel?" I nodded, and swallowed.

"I love you too, Gerard," I whispered, and believe me, I meant it. He brought his hand to my cheek, smiling widely.

"You know, I think you promised to kiss me when I got back, and I still haven't gotten one," he whispered. I didn't need telling twice, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and hungrily pressed my mouth to his. Before long, we were making out like teenagers in the sand. Perhaps an hour later, we were interrupted by a loud, reverberating sound: a gun shot, followed in quick succession by a second.