In a fairytale, the boy meets the girl when he saves her from some horrible misfortune. From the claws of a dragon, maybe. From an evil stepmother? Perhaps… perhaps from a polar bear in the middle of an uncharted tropical island. In a fairytale, it is love at first sight. He doesn't think it was like that for them. Maybe it was, however, and he just never realized it. Never, until now. Now, when he loves her unconditionally, ardently. Now, when he's positive she doesn't love him back. He was never a romantic. He was never a prince, never a knight in shining armor. A tiger doesn't change its stripes, he reminds himself. But deep down inside him, he believes he can. For her. As she presses her lips to his suddenly and then withdraws, leaning her head into his chest, he leans back against the bars of the cage and wonders. Sawyer caresses and hopes, if only for a second. They didn't begin as a fairy tale. Yet maybe they can end like one, with a happily ever after. Just so long as they get the hell off this godforsaken island.