5 days. 5 whole days. He couldn't stand it. It was...killing him. It was barely five days. The monotonous and continuous ringing in his ears. The crashing of the waves. The vision of his fiancé, playing infinitely in his head. The feel of her lips on his, the smell of her chestnut colored hair, the...the...the... Joe was silently weeping, like a child, and he didn't care. He had no thought of what might happen to him, the knowledge of what he needed to do, or the amount of hunger he was feeling, or the drought in his mouth. Joe woke up, got up, and walked out of his miniature hut, made of banana leaves, and the remains of logs of fallen(or broken)banana or Palm trees. The sun boring unto his skin, he cracked his first coconut of the day, using the same rock he crafted and sharpened to crack coconuts. Then he saw her. Tristi. Just...standing there. Then she held her arms open, welcoming him into her warm embrace. He rushed to her, not a care in the world, but when he reached her...he fell. It was just a mirage. A dream. He then began to curl up and sob. Sob like he never had before. He just wish he had...his fiancé. Tristi. He longed, for Tristi.
Very(*choking up)emotional, right? M...M...Make sure to comment and l...l...like.
Live long and prosper!🖖🏻
CITEȘTI
Paper Box
AdventureAhhhh! One nice vacation on my own island. Couldn't be more happy. Until...it happens. And there's only one thing that can save me: a large box of paper.
