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When we finally escaped, many people asked me, "Weren't you scared?"

Well, in the beginning, no. When I first realized I was stranded on an island with my best friend, and I saw my pilot killed before my very eyes... I just couldn't quite wrap my head around it. You know this stuff just doesn't happen.

But as the days passed on I slowly began to comprehend everything. And yes the reality of it all scared me, Olympians are still human.

The Olympics were over. I had won bronze in the event I'd been training my whole life for. I was at the top of my game and being the inspired writer I was, had decided to write a book about the whole process.

I did and half a year later I was scheduled to fly to Europe for a book signing.

To Apolo it was a convenient time. Since he had to visit an old trainer of his who was sick.

We had been really good friends for several years now. It wasn't a problem so we took him with us. The plan was he would fly with us over there then we would split ways at the airport.

As you probably already predicted we didn't make it to the airport.

It was just the 3 of us. Me, Apolo, and the pilot James. We had been riding for several hours. Apolo and I had spent up till now playing with the rubiks cube. And let me tell you. Things were getting intense.

I tore the little cube away from him "No, no you don't even know what you're doing! Give me that little bastard, I'll show you how it's done!"

He leaned back against the seat and smirked at me. Several minutes passes with no success. Then out of the blue he says "You know when your concentrating real hard you stick your tongue out. It's almost cute."

I threw the cube back at him.

"Pshh this thing is freaking rigged. I'm gonna get an orange juice."

"Quitter!"

I turned around to say something back but I heard James yell an obscenity and I felt our plane falling at a frightening pace and then darkness.

When I woke up Apolo was standing over me trying to wake me up. The air was so smoky it made my head hurt. Behind him some palm trees were on fire. He was saying something but all I could hear was this terribly loud ringing noise. He was saying something about James but I still couldn't hear him.

I tried to stand up but Apolo kept me down.

"STAY!"

Apolo pointed at me then turned around and ran out of my view.

I was looking around trying to figure out where I was. I was on a beach with sand... And rocks.

So I'm obviously not in England.

I tried to turn my head but it hurt like a bitch so I stopped. Off in the distance I could see the source of all the smoke which just happened to be my jet. I could see Apolo running back to me with a medical kit.

When he reached me he sat on the sand and grabbed hold of my face.

"Can you hear me?"

I nodded my head but winced.

"Good"

He turned slightly and grabbed the medical kit he pulled out a wipe and cleaned it out a wound on the side of my head. He then took out a bandage and wrapped my head with it.

"Does your neck hurt?"

"A bit"

"Where?"

I touched the middle of my neck. Apolo moved around to where I was motioning and moved my hair out of the way.

"It just looks bruised don't worry about it."

He moved back in front of me and brought me to my feet.

"Come on."

He led me over to the edge of what I now recognized to be an island. I turned around for a last glimpse of the wreckage and to my horror saw James hanging out the door. Dead.

It was all too much. I couldn't move my legs I couldn't bring a sound to my lips.

Apolo grabbed my hand. Saying nothing he wrapped me under his arm leading me farther away from the crash. I saw the ground passing below my feet, but I couldn't feel my legs as they carried me on. My head was spinning, I could barely understand what was going on. Meanwhile my neck felt as though a fucking sumo wrestler had slammed into it.

We stopped at the edge of the island. The jet looked a lot smaller from where we were now. I looked back at Apolo. I now noticed he was carrying several more items. A blanket, several water bottles, and a small burlap sack.

I fell to my knees and looked out to the ocean which was maybe a hundred meters away. I remember the sunset was beautiful. Funny isn't it? All that had happened and I found myself slumped there enjoying the sunset all leisurely and shit.

"It's too dangerous to go back to the jet. Promise me you won't go back unless I'm with you and or you absolutely have to."

I gave no response but he continued

"I get that this is crazy. But try to keep a sane mind. You're my best friend and we'll pull through this together. Besides.." he said kneeling down next to me.

He gently took my face in both hands and stroked his fingers along my cheekbone.

"We're Olympians. We're as tough as they get."

He held me there for a while longer looking me straight in the eyes.

"I'm going to try to start a fire.." He said something else after that. Something about sleep. But I wasn't really listening.

I never knew brown eyes could be so... Beautiful. It's strange really, how after a tragedy we manage to see life's most beautiful things more clearly than ever.