*spoilers ahead*
This series is quite angsty and heavy on the feels, especially the second one. I actually stalled from reading this because I thought that it'd be heavier than book two but thankfully, it wasn't. It was feelsy, but I didn't really cry.
Anyway, the three books in this series tackled an array of mental health issues and brought forth + highlighted their importance, but this novel in particular is probably the one that I like the most since I feel like this was plotted and executed better. There were still some loose ends, but most are tied up nicely. And I also appreciated the author's message on her A/N.
As for the story, we were introduced into two perspectives here, and both viewpoints are valid and understandable. Here we have Deborah, the female protagonist that underwent an abortion, and I can 100% understand her perspective as she was still young and was not ready yet to have a child. She was, after all, still just a kid herself. Also, her body, her decision and I respect that. I personally am pro-choice.
We also have Rouge, her love interest, that despised her because of her decision, much more so because she didn't tell him. He wanted that child; he deemed that he was ready to have a family with Deborah. That, also, is valid. In fact, all their pain, anger, frustrations, and fears are all valid.
They made mistakes, and honestly, at that point in their past, they weren't really ready for the responsibility yet, especially since they had different mindsets and dreams then, so I felt like their relationship would've even crumbled even without the abortion. It wouldn't've worked out in the end. Nonetheless, having said that, we'd never really know how they'd have ended up if they communicated more. If they made the same decisions. If they consulted their families. If Deb didn't do what she did. All I know is that I can't really fault her for it.
But those aside, what I like about this the most is probably the consequential redemption for both of them. They have caused each other a lot of heart aches, a lot of agony, a lot of grief. But they healed together, they forgave, they learned, they were able to get through them together. They made peace with themselves. They were able to dream again, and this time, they shared the same one: to be with each other because they're each other's dreams. To raise their daughter together and to build a big and loving family. And I, being a hopeless romantic that I am, found that endearing.