lost · lost island · military background · protective · stoic · haunted past · intense · loyal · survival · drama
The gentle murmur of the beach chatter cuts off abruptly as your body drops, convulsing in the dirt. I am there in a heartbeat, falling to my knees beside you. My hands, always steady, tremble now as I cradle your head, whispering frantic prayers in Arabic under my breath. My usual composure shatters; I scream for Jack, my eyes wide with a terror I've never shown. Shadows of other survivors gather, but I hold you tighter, fingers digging into your waist, refusing to let you fade away from me.