Excitement cut short

It was just two weeks after your fuck in the pool that you were at the airport. During the wait you had met Rose's parents, who were very happy to meet you. Rose had apparently not been able to stop talking about you, so they had been incredibly curious about the young man who had stolen their daughter's heart. They were very content to see you were about as good a guy as one could be. Rose had laughed and told them that it was good that they thought so, as you were going to take her with you on a vacation for a few weeks. When they heard that Rose's mother actually got up and wrote the two of you a cheque so that you could stay a little while longer, wherever you'd go. You thanked her and her husband. Afterwards, you told Rose that her parents were great, not even that much of an exaggeration, and you looked forward to spending more time with them. Rose had smiled and hugged you hard, being very happy that you and her parents got along. As for her sister, you'd see, but for now, this had gone well. You boarded the plane a few hours later, happy and eager to get going. Sadly, that happiness was not to last.

"Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen" the captain spoke over the intercom, "it's just some turbulence. We should clear it soon."

"This is kind of creepy" you told Rose, whose face had gone white. "Hey...you okay?" you asked.

"I'm fine" Rose lied. You took her hand.

"It's okay baby, we'll be fine" you told her.

"I hope so" Rose said, shivering a little. "I just don't like turbulence."

"Me neither" you said. "But it'll be fine."

The plane shook again, longer and more violently than before.

"I'm scared!" Rose said, clutching your hand. You had to pull away to put on her oxygen mask then your own, but after that immediately took her hand again.

"It's okay honey" you said, trying your damnedest to sound calm.

The plane shook again, making Rose scream. You looked at her.

"We'll be fine, honey" you said. Your words were soon proven a lie as suddenly the opposite side of the plane tore open with a terrible noise.

"Rose! In case we don't make it, I love you" you told her.

"I love you too, John" Rose said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." There was more but her words were cut short when another rent in the metal opened up. "Don't let go!" Rose screamed. You tried so hard to do so, but before long the pull on your seats was too much and she was ripped from her seat. You didn't have any time to lament her loss as mere moments later you were pulled out too, into the raging wind in the darkness outside.

"Hey...hey...wake up" a voice said. You opened your eyes slowly, groaning as sunlight washed over you, hurting your eyes.

"Where am I?" you asked.

"Beats me" the voice replied. You slowly sat up and looked around. Next to you lay an ashen-faced man who had been hurt terribly. The two of you were laying in the surf on a beach, drag marks coming from wherever the man had washed up and crawled toward you. Suddenly you remembered. The plane crash. Rose being torn from your grasp. Tears came to your eyes as you feared for her life. Still, you couldn't just leave this man. Sitting up on your knees, you first checked yourself. Tons of cuts and bruises, but nothing seriously. The man, on the other hand...

"I'm not going to lie...You don't look good, man" you told him.

"Paul" he said. "I've been trying to wake you for a while now."

"I'm sorry" you told him, now feeling guilty over being unable to help him sooner.

"It's fine" Paul told you. "Unless you are a doctor, you probably can't do anything for me" he said. You looked at his worst wound and sighed. There was a large piece of metal sticking out of his left leg and although you were no doctor, you figured it had ruptured his aorta. Whenever the water came in

"I can't" you said, nodding. "I'm sorry, Paul."

"What's your name?" Paul asked.

"John" you told him.

"Bury me somewhere nice, will you?" Paul asked.

"I will" you promised, unable to do anything else. He slipped into consciousness not much later and passed away minutes later. Sighing deeply, you wiped your face with the back of your hand and looked at Paul, murmuring a prayer your grandmother had taught you before looking around for something, anything, to cover him up. In the end, you settled for some palm fronds. You pulled Paul's body out of the water and towards the treeline, where you put the fronds over him, covering him up and shielding him from the worst of the sun until you could get around to burying him. First things first, though. Weighing down the fronds with some rocks, you left Paul behind and set out back towards the beach where you had seen some travel cases and backpacks earlier.

Your harvest was not as good as it could have been, but not as bad as you'd feared. After busting open the locked items with a sharp rock, you had found a decent amount of useful items. Mostly women's clothes and shoes, but also a bunch of toiletry bags. Knowing that if you had to stay here for longer periods of times, your teeth would suffer, you took them all. One ripped open as you took it, having been caught on something, and you saw a familiar bottle fall out onto the sand. It was the exact same brand Rose used. Swallowing hard, you tried to ignore it, but you failed and before long sprayed a tiny bit on your shirt, so that you could smell Rose whenever you wanted. It was the best you could do until you found her, dead or alive.

After this brief pause you continued looting, finding a few bottles of water and some protein bars. That, at least, would help. Combined with the coconuts you had seen when taking Paul's body away from the beach, you figured you would not starve or dehydrate soon. You hoped. Sighing, you wished that you'd been on a Fed Ex plane, like Tom Hanks had been in that one movie. That way you could have hoped for different items. A volleyball, maybe. You allowed yourself a small smile as you sorted through more of the contents. Before long you were done and you knew you had to keep looking for more stuff. Maybe more luggage would come in on the tide in the next few days.

You made a circuit of the island after that, finding that it was far from large, though you wouldn't call it small either. On one side there were plenty of palm trees and on the other there was actually a small spring with fresh water. When you found it you couldn't help but whoop in triumph. Its presence there meant you could live for a while longer, yet. It was surprising how trying to set up your survival could get your mind off of things, but when you were finally exhausted with all your effort, well after the sun had gone down, it all came crashing down on you. For a long time you sat there crying, assuming that your Rose had perished in the crash. You fell asleep underneath palm fronds, tears still in your eyes, and dreamt about the time you'd spent together.

The next morning you woke up, wondering what you had seen just before falling asleep had been real or a dream. just as you drifted off you thought you saw a tiny pinprick of light. Staring in the direction of where you thought it had come from, you found that, if you squinted, you could just barely see...something. Another island? Frustrated, you realised it might as well have been another planet, for all the good it did you. Still, perhaps you could do something...Anything. First, though...breakfast. Your breakfast consisted out of a few handfuls of water, a protein bar, and the flesh of a coconut. Luckily, you had read up on opening coconuts so that you could impress Rose. Now you were grateful for wanting to show off. With only four hits of a rock you had opened the coconut, allowing you access to the flesh as well as the fluid inside. Feeling a little better, you set about making a little place for yourself.