Short and sweet. Just been struck by how short it is! Heck, gonna upload the next chapter now anyways :)
H is for… Hell
She sighed for what must have been the hundredth time that day alone. If only she hadn't wasted her shot she could have been long gone by now! But she had wasted it, and now she was trapped here. Once upon a time she wouldn't have minded so much; she had been to this island with Jack several times in the past, spending perfect nights under the stars. She had wanted those nights to last forever, to spend forever lying on the sand with Jack by her side. This place had been special then; somewhere she had longed to be and wanted to stay. Now she was able to stay here, but without Jack it just wasn't the same. The island was the same one, sure enough, but it didn't feel the same being here alone. How could he have left her here of all places? He knew very well how much this place meant to her. To them.
Her eyes widened suddenly, remembering one particular night here. She rose to her feet and walked quickly to the tallest palm tree, slowing as she approached. When she reached it, she stopped and hesitantly reached out her hand to trace the carvings: a single heart with a sword piercing through it, the initials "J" and "A" linked inside the heart. They had carved it their first night here, when their relationship was new and they were young. They had visited it every time they came here.
She sighed again and sat down by the tree. It was ironic, really, how a place that had once been her heaven was now her hell.