Ashley's POV:
It hurt, my body was sore and everything was a little dizzy. My body was also hot and I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. Footsteps were running around and muffled voices were heard. What happened? Who was there? Where am I?
......the plane.
My eyes popped open quickly as screaming and shouting pulled me from my thoughts. I looked around and was shocked at what I saw.
The plane was on fire at the shoreline and people were swimming under, pulling bodies out. The sun was beating down on the mothers and children who were getting to the trees and looking for anything useful in suitcases. High, freezing cold waves were washing over all the blood that was trailing down the beach and over the messy footprints that lead to every direction. People were hysterical and some people miraculously had cellphones and were trying to get in contact with anyone they could. I looked around at all the chaos before it snapped.
Andy.
I immediately jumped up and looked around for the man. "Andy!" People ignored me and didn't even turn but I couldn't care less. I needed to find him as fast as possible before he got scared or hurt. "Andy can you hear me?! Are you there?!" Joining other searching family members and friends I ran to the woods and made my way around never stopping his name from escaping my lips. As I searched my chest got tighter and tighter as I couldn't find him. It caused me to look behind things, under things, and on the sand. He could still be out, or standing somewhere. Or even with somebody.
I looked around families and people checking to see if he tagged along. After not finding him I didn't even hesitate jumping into the water.
I took a breath before swimming down and entering the planes emergency hatch that was opened. I saw all the seats and looked around but didn't see him anywhere. I saw clothes floating and phones, bags, but no Andy. I looked a little further before going back up to the surface and taking a breath. Then I went down again.
I searched for about an hour before starting to loose hope. But that didn't stop me. We just got married, we just went through crap with me dying, and now we're going through this. I promised to protect him and thats what i'm not doing. He's alone somewhere with no idea where I am and possibly hurt...possibly..no.
I can't think about this anymore. He's not dead. He can't be. Tears came to my eyes but I wiped them away and continued. He IS okay, he IS safe, he IS looking for me too.
I went on searching and asking around. People were saying they didn't see him and some just sobbed. I understand whats going on is horrible but you can give me a fucking yes or no.
Then, after about half an hour it finally happened. I walked up to a woman and poked her shoulder. "Ma'am?" "Yes?" "Have you seen a man about 21, long black hair, wearing jeans and a black hoodie, tattoo sleeves?" "Yes." I let out a huge breath and felt tears in my eyes. "About ten minutes ago looking for someone. Ashley I think. He went that way." She pointed towards the beach and I sighed. "Was he hurt? Did he look hurt?" "He had a limp but nothing that major." "Thank you, thank you so much." "Of course."
I turned and ran the direction she gave before coming to the beach. When I got there I saw people starting to calm down and huddle together. People stopped diving and others stopped finding supplies. Others were just starting to find food and wood, it was getting late.
As I looked at the people I saw him. My angel. I immediately ran to him as he was turned around and swooped him up into my arms. He yelped but as soon as he saw me a smile formed on his lips and he wrapped his arms around me. "Ashy!" "Hey baby, I'm here. I'm here." I held him tightly and wiped his tears away, "lets go find some wood or something, we need to get warm." He nodded and grabbed my hand as I put him down. "Are you hurt?" "My f-foot a little." I checked and it was bruised. "Okay, lets go find a place." He nodded and tucked himself into my side before I walked. Thank god hes okay.
