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Gøner - TJ

Flight N75C from London Heathrow to Columbus Ohio, which disappeared somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean is still missing. The International Bureau against Terrorism had announced that the chance of finding any of the 122 passenger still alive has decreased drastically to just 4.7%. More news on this at five.

Tyler was a mess; he wasn't eating properly, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't even hear her name without getting emotional. This was never supposed to happen and it was all his fault - he shouldn't have convinced her to take a later plane. If she had just come the day before like she had planned he wouldn't be a wreck and she wouldn't be dead. Yes, dead.

What kind of bullshit was a '4.7%' chance? He angrily chucked his remote at the wall and sighed in relief when the sound of the news on the telly ceased. 4.7, they might as well have said no chance! The Bureau obviously had no idea what they were dealing with and decided that the public would love to hear some figures so they pulled 4.7 out of their asses.

He didn't believe it. How could he, who really believed what was on TV nowadays? They were still looking and they were going to find her, they had to. They had to otherwise Tyler was 100% sure he would go crazy.

It had only been a week and he could barely function. He wouldn't be able to live if she never came back. If she goes, then he's just going to have to go with her or die trying to find her. They needed each other and Tyler would not sleep until they were reunited - dead or alive.

I stumbled on my feet, a whooping cough taking over my whole body, dragging myself along the road with help from the bridge railing.

"Help," I cried weakly, barely hearing my own voice. I was so hungry... thirsty... tired. I wanted to sleep, just sleep forever.

This was futile! I had absolutely no idea where I was, English sim cards don't bloody work in the US and there was nobody around to ask for help, I was ready to give up. Then I spotted it, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Was that a phone booth?

I ran.

Well, I tried to run. A week without food and pure water can really damage the body. I slammed myself into the booth scrabbling for the little american change I had and was horrified to find that I only had a dime and fifty pence in 10p coins. Slumping against the wall I began to cry dry tears, I just wanted to go home, I tried so hard.

I tried so hard... so there was no way I was failing now. I was not going to die in some mouldy phone booth in some unknown corner of america. I pushed myself upright and inserted the dime.

'2 Dimes Required.'

I took a deep breath, said a quick prayer and inserted a 10p coin.

Tylers phone was ringing, but he didn't move, everyone that he wanted to talk to knew where to find him. He wondered how long his parents would let him wallow for, would they understand that without Olivia he really didn't feel life was worth living.

He practically ended her life, why did he deserve to live?

"God Ty, It fucking stinks in here, open a window. Geez man," Someone said as they pried open the door into his room. It was probably Zac, it sounded like Zac, Tyler didn't care to look up.

His phone stopped ringing.

A/N: I've no idea what possessed me to write something so sad LOL! I had no prompts so my mind automatically went to a dark place. I promise I can write normally as well! So just comment if you'd like me to write u a thing :) I may open this to other fandoms as well, depending on how im feeling :)

Ok bye guys, peace out!

Liv :)xx