❀ Isabella's point of view ❀
I wake up with a jolt, the heavy night air pressing down on me, shrouding everything in near-total darkness.
It's so dark that I can barely make out anything around me. I try to move, but a searing pain shoots through my leg, forcing a strangled groan from my throat. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth as I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
Panic grips me as I realize I can't move.
I'm trapped, pinned by something heavy. My breathing is shallow, ragged, and I force myself to stay calm, even though everything in me is screaming to just give in to the fear.
My body feels bruised and broken, and every breath is a reminder of the crash.
The crash.
The memory hits me like a second wave of impact—the plane, the birds, the sudden loss of control. The plane was going down, Jackson was shouting— Jackson.
Where is he? Is he alive?
My heart pounds against my ribs, fear mingling with desperation. I try to move again, but the pain in my leg is unbearable. I look down and gasp when I see the jagged piece of metal lodged in my leg.
Blood slowly oozes from the wound, staining my pants, and I can barely see it in the darkness. I try to shift, to free myself, but I'm stuck.
The debris is too heavy, and every time I try to move, the pain intensifies until my vision blurs.
I'm shaking, both from the cold and the pain. The eerie sounds of the forest fill the air—rustling leaves, distant animal cries—and I feel exposed, vulnerable. I need to get out of here. I need to find Jackson.
I strain my ears, listening for any sign of life. That's when I hear it—a voice. Faint, distant, but unmistakable.
"Isabella!"
It's Jackson. He's calling my name.
My heart lurches, and I try to call back, to scream his name, but nothing comes out. My throat is dry, my body too weak, too battered. I can't make a sound.
Tears of frustration and pain spill down my cheeks as I try again, but still, no words escape me.
I'm too exhausted, too hurt to do anything but lie here, helpless.
"Jack" I whisper, barely audible, my voice lost in the vast darkness.
I can hear his voice getting closer, my name echoing through the forest, but I can't respond. I'm trapped here, unable to call out, unable to let him know I'm alive.
Then, slowly, his voice begins to fade. He's moving farther away.
No... No, please, don't leave me.
Tears blur my vision as I realize I might not make it out of this. I might die here, alone, surrounded by the wreckage. My body trembles, the cold seeping into my bones as I feel the weight of hopelessness bear down on me. I've lost all strength to fight back.
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RomansAmidst the wild, where survival is a battle fought with every breath, two hearts rediscover that the fiercest struggle is not against nature, but against the feelings they thought they'd left behind. Two years ago, they were engaged, destined for a...
