The Outer Banks

Left to our own devices. Freedom like this—no rules, no boundaries—it's what we lived for. And in a place like the Outer Banks, freedom felt limitless. At least, that's how John B always described it. 

Olivia Holt as Mavis Routledge

''My dad disowned me, so yeah, I'm crying. Thanks for pointing it out.''

Mavis Kentala. I should hate her. God knows I've got enough reasons to. She stole my boat, ran off with her little Pogue gang, and played her part my dad's death. At least, that's what I keep telling myself—it's easier to be angry. It's easier to think of her as just another Pogue who ruined my life.

But no matter how much I try to hold on to the hate, it slips through my fingers like water. It's her. It's always been her. Too brave for her own good, too strong to break, too kind to ever be what I need her to be. And maybe that's what drives me insane about her.

I know I'm not normal. Hell, I'm fully aware I'm crazy. The things I've done, the way I've lived my life—it's not exactly a blueprint for sanity. But with Mavis... she makes me think, just for a second, that maybe I don't have to be this way. And that scares the hell out of me.

When my dad died, I thought the anger would be enough. He always favored Sarah, always looked past me like I was nothing. And yet, I still want to avenge him. Maybe it's because, for all his flaws, he was still my dad. Or maybe it's because, without him, I don't know who the hell I'm supposed to be.

The Pogues—they're easy to hate. They always have been. But Mavis? She's not like them. Not entirely. She's smart, too smart, and when she took my boat, I know she wasn't doing it to hurt me. She was protecting herself, like she always does. I can't even blame her for it.

I can't stay mad at her.

That's the part that messes with my head the most. I should be furious. I should see her as another thief, another Pogue who's taken something from me. But when I think of her, all I can see is her trying to survive in this messed-up world that's chewed us both up and spit us out. And I can't hate that. I can't hate her.

Even now, after everything, there's this part of me that just wants to make sure she's okay. That she's safe. I guess I'm pathetic like that. I can't let go, no matter how much I tell myself I should.

She'll never forgive me. I know that. And maybe I don't deserve her forgiveness.

Because at the end of the day, Mavis Kentala will always be the one thing I can't destroy, no matter how much damage I do to everything else around me. 

Drew Starkey as Rafe Cameron

''I know,'' he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. ''And I'm sorry for that. I really am. I was angry—at everything, at myself—and I took it out on you. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just...'' He trailed off, raking his hands through his hair. ''It's like this cycle. I hurt you, and then I hate myself for it, and then I get so mad at myself, I end up doing it again.''

Rafe Cameron. It's strange how much can change. Not long ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to call him a monster—a murderer, an addict, a hurricane of destruction sweeping through everything and everyone in his path. But now? Now, I don't know anymore.

He's still dangerous. That much hasn't changed. But for the first time, I'm starting to wonder if danger is all he wants to be. When he helped me after I got captured, something in him seemed... different. Not softer, exactly, but more human. And that's terrifying in its own way.

For so long, it was easier to hate him, to blame him. But now, knowing what I know, I'm not sure I can keep pretending it's that simple. He's not just some villain out of a storybook. He's broken, in ways I don't think he even understands, and as much as I don't want to, I find myself worrying about him.

I haven't seen him since he got back to the island, and it's eating at me more than I care to admit. His dad was everything to him, no matter how twisted their relationship was, and now Ward's gone. I can't imagine what that's done to him. Rafe isn't the kind of person who talks about his feelings, not unless they're boiling over into anger or violence. But I know he's hurting. I know it's eating him alive, and part of me is scared of what he might do with all that pain.

I don't trust him, not completely. How could I, after everything? But I can't bring myself to write him off, either. Not after what he did for me. For the first time, I didn't see him as just Rafe Cameron, the monster. I saw him as someone who might, maybe, want to be more than the mess he's made of his life.

 I don't think he wants saving—not in the way I used to believe. But even so, I hope he finds a way to make peace with himself. He deserves that much, even if he doesn't believe it.

I know better than to reach out, but if I saw him again, I think I'd ask him how he's holding up. And maybe, for once, I'd get an honest answer.

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀

NOTE:

I did not watch season 4 so this is based 100% from the script, some things might not be accurate but the most important ones are cause I found clips of them on youtube.

TRIGGER WARNING:

This book will contain: substance abuse, mentiones of addictions, IMPLIED sexual content, strong language, fighting, detailed describtion of injuries, fluff, angst, daddy/mommy issues, obx spoilers, toxic friend groups, murders and weapons, PTSD, guilt, survivors guilt, deep depression, depression states, suicidal actions, suicidal thoughts.

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