The Story of Us

Lost

I felt sand rubbing off of my uncovered wet skin. I felt pain in my chest as I started coughing. I wasn't aware of where I am, what time is it, or what happened. I just knew that I was alive and that Harry was gone. Was true love forever lost? My knight in shiny armour wasn't coming to save me. I was beginning to feel that our story wasn't a romantic cliche´ anymore. It was a tragedy. I opened my eyes and laid on my back. The sky above me was torn. Just like me. I sat up, and just then realised how much did my body suffer. Every inch of it hurt. I guess that's what happens when you fall out of an aeroplane. It didn't take me a long time to realise I was on an island.

 Middle of December. With no warm clothes. Sick. On an island. In the middle of nowhere. I was sure I was going to die here. And I didn't mind. Now that he's vanished, what's the point of living? The only thing that broke what's left of my heart was the fact that no one will know what happened. They will all die with that hole in their hearts. They'll never have closure.

I saw something move in the distance. 

-Harry?- my throat closed to the thought of him. Ignoring the pain, I raced trough the sand. 

-Harry!- I yelled. No response. 

I couldn't say I was happy when I realised that movement in the distance wasn't him. But, I wasn't alone. A tall girl with long brown hair was making a fire while two kids were sleeping on the ground next to her covered in leafs. 10 meters away stood a middle aged man in a ripped suit and watched the horizon. He didn't say one word. The girl said her name was Gabriella, and that the two kids, Skye and Alexander were hers. She couldn't be more than a few years older than me. The loner's name was Tyler.

-So, how did you get there... On the plane?- I asked Gabriella while we were warming up to the fire.

-Me and my husband got married when we were 18, because we had Skye when I was just 15. We were so in love back then. Nobody could stop us. A few months after the wedding, Alex was born.- she giggled. -Things were great. He had a good job, the kids were doing well at school, we were all getting along... My life was perfect. Then out of nowhere, Mike started to come home late, and frequently drunk. I found out he had gambling problems. That was the least of my problems. He hit me, raped me, and said that if I told the police anything he'll kill me. It didn't matter. I didn't care. Up untill a few weeks ago when he hit Skye in the head.- she stroke the blond girl's cheek. -She had such a bruise... That's when I had it. Then last week, when Mike was in the casino, I packed the kid's stuff, pulled them out of school, and went to the airport. I have cousins in the UK, so we got on the first flight to London. You know what happened next.- unfortunatley, I did.

-What's his story?- I raised my chin to Tyler who was still looking at the sea. -He used to have a big company, lot of money, big house and cars... Then he bankrupted, his wife left him... He went to London to try and win her back.- I looked more closely at him and saw he was holding a ring in his hands which was gleaming on the moonlight. My eyes automatically fell on my left hand. My ring was still here. It was wet and all covered in sand, but it was still there. The two of them, so different, but have the same destiny. A woman who's so happy to be free and a man who couldn't care less because he's alive. The both of them, just like me are going to die here.

-What about you?- she looked at me. -How'd you end up here.-

-My fiancee´ took me skiing to the Alps.- that little piece that was left of my heart,  completely broke. -We had the best week ever, just me and him.- I smiled to the memory of me trying to catch him while he was running away from me on the snow.

-What was his name?- Was? Did that mean he was really... Dead? 

-Harry. Well, Harold actually, but everyone called him Harry.- -My Harry...- I thought. -My Harry.-