Song of the chapter: Say Something - A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera

"Go? Why?"

"I can't breath here. I feel suffocated and I'm in a lot of pain. I need some space if I'm going to get through this."

Min looked devastated but she understood, encouraging me to do what was best. "We can deal with Mitchell."

"My offer still stands you know," Rae reminded me, reaching for her phone.

I shook my head and thanked her anyways. I straightened up, and hugging my friends I left Ty's room. They offered to pack for me while I showered which was much appreciated.

I was too weak to even attempt hauling my many clothes into my suitcases. Packing up equals saying goodbye. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Ibiza. Or Mitchell.

But you have to, a little voice in my head said.

I had to. I was so determined to leave - the lump in my throat and the emptiness in my stomach just wasn't going to go away.

I couldn't risk seeing him again and forgiving him when he explained himself. I knew I wouldn't hesitate because I loved him so much, much more than was healthy. If I was going to retain my sanity, I really had to leave. To leave him.

I sobbed silently in the shower, that heartbreaking news running laps on my mind; I couldn't chase the image of him kissing someone else, especially after making immense declarations of his love for me.

The irony of this situation was Paisley - it had to be the one person I knew would break us apart and Mitchell knew that too. If he was getting back at me, he had succeeded because that was the cruelest thing anyone could ever do to me. I knew this love would be the death of me but I hadn't anticipated the pain. And man, it hurt.

The sobs turned into water from the shower falling down my face. My supply had been emptied over a space of three hours and I had nothing left. Nothing but shattered emotions and a broken heart. Zoe, pick yourself up, I told myself. I could hurt later. I just had to get out first.

Tyler had booked me a flight to nearby France which made everything easier for me. Min was talking to Xavier, who immediately apologised to me about my "jerk of a boyfriend".

"I'd never do that to a beautiful woman," he said with a quick glance at Rae.

His boyish youth and precious little heart made me feel warm inside, forcing the first smile out of me that day.

"We need more of you around, Za. If only you were three years older," I told him with a warm hug.

Rosette returned from a quick trip to the beach market, purchasing a lot of good food for our late lunch.

"You have to eat something to feel better," she told me. "Food will make you feel warmer inside and you'll have the strength to carry on."

She plated up a lot of what looked very tasty - I couldn't muster the appetite to eat any of it. I was too emotionally drained and the only thing my body craved was Mitchell; however, he didn't come in food form so I was going to have to do without it for a while.

"Rosette is right, Zoe. Please eat something. I know it hurts but you can't kill yourself because of that," Min reiterated. "It's really not good for your health which is most important."

I decided on having a few forkfuls of a salad of some sort but I didn't feel better, not in the slightest. If at all, I felt worse, bouts of nausea setting in. I managed to control it, downing a lot of water and silently praying that the nausea was because of the food, not something else entirely.

Min noticed my anxiety, dragging me along with her for a walk on the beach. I was getting very uneasy waiting to leave - my flight just had to be at 8 pm, giving me ample time to mope around the house.

"I hate seeing you sad, Zoe. It hurts me, too," Min confessed, holding my hand as we strolled along the shore. "I really didn't peg Mitchell for this type of guy, you know. I'm so sorry, Zo."

My eyes smarted, tears forming and running gently down my face. "I didn't either but he has really hurt me, Min. I can't... My heart feels like it's been pummeled and I can't breathe. Why did he have to hurt me like this?"

"What exactly happened?" I hadn't been very coherent when I was explaining the reason for my dire situation. I told her about the kiss in Paris, the fight we had in Chicago, how we made up and when Nicolas came over.

I told her how I neglected to mention it to him because nothing happened between us and how Tyler basically informed the whole club about our little incident.

"He thinks I cheated on him, again. But I didn't, Min. I love him so much." I sobbed some more, my tears dampening her shoulder. She would squeeze my hand and stop to wipe them away.

I told her how he told me he wanted us to be together forever, telling me he wanted to marry me and attempting to impregnate me. I told her how I wanted him to be my forever and how I had jeopardised everything by not being candid about my feelings.

"He thinks I'm scared of allowing myself to truly love him. The truth is I am because I was afraid this would happen and I wasn't prepared to hurt this bad. But I didn't think not doing that would break me. Break us."

"It's not too late to tell him. You guys need to work your it out because I feel that you're good together. I don't think you'll ever find someone whom you'll feel the same way about."

Min was right. I had to tell him how I felt and it had to happen as soon as possible. I, however, didn't anticipate how soon; walking back to the house, I could hear Rae's voice screeching above a few other voices failing to restrain her.

"How could you do that to her, you jerk!"

"Do what? What are you talking about?" I heard Mitchell ask, confusion apparent in his voice.

"Paisley, Mitchell. I showed her the pictures and she told us about you guys," Ty explained in a calm voice.

"You broke her heart and she's a wreck because of you. That was a total dick move. I can't believe you!"

They had returned, so now Rae was going to kill him. She was going to murder the love of my life because of the great pain he'd caused me; I still loved him though - I wasn't going to let that happen.

"How did she find out about this?"

"With the rest of the world - I saw it online," I interjected, walking into the house through the open patio doors.

"Zoe-"

"Mitchell, can I talk?" I interrupted, stopping in front of him. "I found out online that you were 'single and searching'," quoting the article, "after leaving me without saying goodbye.

I spent the last two days trying to call you and you blatantly ignored me. You didn't call or text on my birthday like everyone else. Should I continue?"

"Can we not do this here, in front of everyone?" he asked, walking up to me. I backed away, and he stopped in his tracks.

"I think they have the right to know what's going on. Don't you think we've lied to them enough?" I continued my rant, my body trembling and my heartbeat vigorous.

"You told me you didn't trust me after I explained how nothing happened between Nicolas and me then you decide to cheat on me with the world as your audience. Other guys would've ended it then and there without humiliating me and dumping me like that." I felt tears escaping my eyes, my breath becoming laboured.

"You didn't trust me to love you enough not to hurt you again and you got back at me. I love you, Mitchell, but you've hurt me more than anyone ever will."

Aidan came up behind me and hugged me, apologizing on behalf of his friend. Cam and Lyle were observing silently, stunned by the tumultuous relationship they, apparently, had been completely oblivious of.

Mitchell was staring at me, his eyes revealing his regret and hurt. He closed in on me, reaching out for my hand. I glared at him, telling myself not to give into him, his smouldering eyes and shy, adorable smile that tugged on my heartstrings.

"Zoe, you hurt me, too. I gave you my everything and you hurt me. I can't trust you because I trusted you with my heart but you still managed to break it, and me with it. I didn't cheat on you because I wanted to hurt you. But I won't lie and say that a part of me didn't want you to feel bad."

He was in front of me now, looking down at me, his eyes glossy with emotion. "I'm in pain too. Don't you see that? You have broken me but I still love you. I love you so goddamn much which makes the pain more unbearable. I may have done something stupid but, at the time, it made me feel better."

The walls were closing in on me, gradually crushing me and the pain was excruciating. My eyes were sore and my voice was hoarse from crying.

The source of my pain was making it very difficult for me to breath, seeing his face causing a flurry of emotions internally drowning me in a murky pool of sadness. I had to leave. I had to leave right then.

"I can't do this anymore. We can't do this anymore. We can't keep hurting each other and feeling this much pain," I whispered, my tears choking me.

"I have to go. I have to go, Mitchell, and I need to leave right now."

I ran to the door where stood all my belongings, ready to leave this island paradise with me. Xavier had promised to wait for me until I was ready, his car lying idle outside the house.

Mitchell grabbed my hand, pulling me close to him. I could see his cheeks were soaked with tears and my heart sunk.

"Zoe, please don't do this to me. I love you, Zoe. I love you, baby."

"I have to go. I'm... I can't do this. I'm so sorry," I sobbed in his arms, my knees buckling under me.

He kissed me passionately, his mouth desperate against mine, luring me back into his trap. I kissed him back, my lips afraid to leave his, not wanting to say goodbye to him. But I had to.

"I love you, Mitchell. Bye."

I grabbed my things and left, the tall ornate door closing behind me. The door to our relationship. Our love.

Xavier helped me with my stuff, placing it in the trunk while I slid into the backseat of the SUV.

The message light on my phone flickered and I opened it, surprisingly relieved to see from whom the message was. I called the person back, a small part of me scared that the phone would ring continuously without anyone answering.

"Hey, Zoe."

"Eoin, I need you now," I sobbed.

"I'm on my way," he replied quickly without any hesitation.