AN: Please tell me if I should continue this or not. I'm not sure if I like it.
I had never really considered this. I should have, but I instead misguidedly believed he would help me. I was wrong. He was cruel, selfish, and incapable of love. Yet, lying alone in a jungle on an almost-deserted island, I found I couldn't blame him. He had a future ahead of him, something I lacked even before now. I would miss cuddling next to him in the plane. I would miss our lessons. I would miss how he would nervously check on me after we were alone. I would miss him giving me first pick on food.
He and I first met when my boat crashed here a year ago. By then, he had been here for two years. Two too many years, unfortunately. He used to be a billionaire brat, but he was the most down to earth man I had ever met. I gasped for breath, wishing for nothing more than to see his face once again. Then, there he was. He stood above me, looking down in horror. I knew why, too. My body was covered in blood. My throat was hoarse from screaming in pain. The arrow was still in my leg, just as the dagger was still in my side.
"Ollie!" I breathed, the word coming naturally even as I gasped for breath. He had tears brewing, and I knew they were true. I was wrong. He truly was a good person. A weight lifted off my chest at that thought.
"Lin?" he asked, though he obviously knew it was me. He seemed to want to hold me and recoil away from me at the same time. He and I both knew I was dying. Even with medicine some people would die, and we were fresh out of miracles. Even so, I had to smile at him.
"I'm going to go to get stuff to try to heal you," he told me. I knew it was useless. No one could save me. I savored the sight of him. He was awe-inspiring with his confidence. I felt myself fading as he left.
"I'm going to save you. But it's going to hurt," I heard a voice tell me as I drifted. I didn't want this person to save me though. I knew I was a lost cause. I couldn't tell him, as I then lost consciousness.