Disclaimer: i do not own flight 29 down.
Chapter One
The days went on, the years passed on by, and there was nothing we could do about it. Seasons passed, palm trees swayed back and forth and the sand never left. Hope was lost, lovers grew apart, and people disappeared. Slowly dwindling and drifting apart.
That was life and this is what I lived for.
Over the years. Tension was evident. Major tension. Not like when we first arrived. No that was nothing like it was now. Now we were alone. It was the morning after The Storm, when everyone went their separate ways. The Storm was the biggest any of us had seen since being on this island. It destroyed all we had left. It destroyed someone we loved very dearly. Daley died that day.
She was hurt badly in the storm. But we would never have guessed it was that bad. We thought it would be like all the other times. That with care we could nurse her back to us. But we were wrong. Innocent and naïve we were. Strong and ruthless we are now.
The day we split apart. Taylor disappeared early that morning. Right after Daley died. She looked upset I guess. We searched at first. Wandering aimlessly in our grief. Passing by tree after tree. Tripping and falling down and down again. We never found her. And through our grief we fought. I left that day. Moving on to a new place. I couldn't stay there anymore. I moved on and so did everyone else. Looking back on what could have been but still moving onwards. He followed.
We built a new life. We built something for the future. No longer thinking of the now. No we were past that. It was all about the future now. We new by then that we might as well give up hope of rescue. And so we did. He and I. We built a haven. Long tiring days ahead of us, we worked on and on. We built a temporary shelter for while we were creating our future. We slept close to each other for warmth. But that did not bring us closer to each other. At first all we spoke about was how to improve our situation. Building our own civilization. Over the next few months after the storm we built our home. Starting with the floor then creating the walls. The roof we left till last. Collecting and weaving. Sawing and tying. We created our home within a year. Or was it two.
All the while we kept a calendar. Leaving small markings in a piece of wood. One day when I had time. I would count those markings. But that was not yet.
When our home was done we moved in. our home had two main rooms. One for me and the kitchen. And one for him and our supplies.
Our washing we hung above our little garden. Planting seeds and hoping they will grow.
Life became habit. And survival became monotonous.
One habit we became accustomed to be sitting on the beach at sunset. It was the only time that felt like the old times. He would hold my hand or simply hold me.
And that was what I lived for.
Branching out.. trying new things... so should u
Sabes