I wrote this fan fiction in Spanish as a one-shot, soon I'll continue it. I want to know if I should translate it along with the Spanish version, if I get enough reviews I'll do it at the same time, otherwise I'll keep it as one-shot because it's really time consuming.

English is not my native language so if you find something weird or wrong let me know to fix it please.

ENJOY

The characters belong to E. L. James

They say when you're about to die a movie of your life passes in front of your eyes, I can say it's true. While I fall I see my mother. My father carries me in his arm, I'm leaving from the foster home. At home is my brother waiting for me with a smile. Baby Mia is the most perfect thing I've ever seen. The school. The first time I fly and then piloting a helicopter. When I join the Air Force. Suddenly the image changes and there she is in that third rated bar I went with my brother, I see her blue eyes shining, our first kiss, the first time we made love in my little apartment, the promise I made her of coming back and getting marry… Forgive me Ana, I won't be able to keep my promise, be happy for both of us. I feel the ocean hitting my body and I lose consciousness.

"Ana, honey, wake up."

"What's wrong mom?" It's still dark outside.

"Sweetheart, is Carrick on the phone", her tone alarms me. I sit on the bed and take the phone with shaking hands, I'm not prepare for this.

"Carrick?" I say with faltering voice.

"Ana..., is Christian, he's missing, his plane was attacked, his parachute didn't open, we have to be prepared for the worse." The phone falls to the floor, I know mom is talking to me but I can't process the words, dad gets in the room and hugs me.

This might be a nightmare, Christian can't be dead, he promised he'll come back, he has to be alive. He promised.

My body aches, my cheek is against the sand, the sun lights up the day and dries my clothes, I feel my skin red and burns, the waves clash with my feet, help me please, I say in my mind, but I can't find the words, my eyes close again.

It has been two months since Christian went missing, I refuse to believe he's dead and I refuse to go to a service in his memory. He is alive! Why nobody else do something? I feel it's just me against the world, I won't accept losing him, we have to find him, he has to be alive, he promised.

I've went over all this damn island from end to end and I've haven't find another human being. I just know I've been here for 68 days, without counting the days I might have been unconscious. I found a little refugee between some rocks and I've been feeding myself with coconuts, I managed to store some rain water. With my clothes I made a net and have caught some fishes. I had a knife in a pocket of my clothes and I didn't lose my wallet. Lucky me, having a knife, it would have been so much better if the fucking parachute would opened, at least I can use it to cover myself at nights. I need to get out of here, my family is waiting, Ana is waiting, if someone knows I'm still alive is she, our hearts beat to the same rhythm.

"Ana, say yes to me, I don't promise I'll replace him, but you have to continue with your life, I know I can make you happy."

"No, Jose, you don't understand, he is alive, I know he is alive."

"We all want to believe that Ana, but it's been a year, why do you keep holding on to the idea? I can make you happy, make you forget him."

"It's not an idea, he is alive", I say killing him with my glare. "Now leave please, my answer is not, Jose."

I've been here 396 days, I think while I draw another line in the rock with my knife, that's the amount of days I've been here alone with my memories. I'm tanned because of the sun and my uniform has lost its colors, I have tried to make fire but I haven't made it, I'm sick of raw fish and the flavor of the coconut, my hair is longer, it's at shoulders length, I'm thinner but not undernourished, every day I work out and talk to myself, that's the most important thing, to not get mad because of the loneliness. In one opportunity I heard a helicopter far away, they didn't see my sign of help, though sometimes I think it was just my imagination. A couple of ships have passed by the skyline. I have to get out of here, I have to get home.

I wonder if Ana gave up and thinks I'm dead by now. No, please, wait for me a little bit longer, I look at her picture that I had in my wallet. I won't break my promise.

"Honey, go out and have fun, meet other guys. Who knows you might find love again?", are my father's words on the phone.

"No, I don't want to, besides I have to study. Next week are my PhD finals. It's my last year dad."

"Annie, we are just worried about you, it has been two years, you have to recover your life."

The same story all over again, I receive this talk from everybody, they don't understand you can't just stop loving someone, besides I'm still hoping he'll come back. I dream about him every night, with his face, with his gray eyes. With the promise of coming back and getting marry. Sometimes I even hear his voice saying my name.

I've been in this fucking island for 1091 days, I haven't hear the helicopter in about 200 days, but I still have hope it will come back. I still have hope I'll go back home and I want to believe at home they still have hope too.

There it is again, the helicopter sound, I know I'm not crazy, I see the leaves of the palm trees moving with the wind of it, I've never heard it so close. I collected little stones and cut palm tree leaves to write the words SOS.

I run to the beach where the letters are written and the sound is louder and strong, I see it. I move my arms, jump, scream and finally they see me, they see me…, they light me up with a strong flashlight and I fall to my knees and cry. I'm gonna keep my promise, my love.

Every Friday I go to a small restaurant in Portland to eat alone, Christian took me there once and it became a tradition for us. Sometimes Jose or Kate surprise me by joining me for dinner, everybody knows where I am every Friday night.

I always order the same, Mac and Cheese, his favorite dish, and for dessert chocolate cake.

I'm reading while I wait for my order, the bell rings at the door indicating someone got in, I don't look up.

I hear steps getting closer and suddenly someone leaves a small box over the table, it is an engagement ring, without looking up I speak.

"Jose, I haven't accepted to become your girlfriend, even less I'm going to accept to marry you."

"Jose did what?" That's not Jose's voice, that voice is from...

"Christian?" I say with a weak voice, my mind is playing really bad tricks at me, slowly I look up. He's here, my love is here…, tears start rolling down my face. "It's really you?" I say with incredulity and throw myself to his arms.

"I'm here love, I'm here, I had to come back, I promised."