Imagine #131: Plane-Crashed Hearts (Part 3)

*Y/N's P.O.V.*

"I think we can stay here for the night." Patrick suddenly said and I'm really thankful for that.

I'm honestly tired, haven't been moving this much since like forever. I slumped on the bottom of a tree as I catch my breath. Patrick and I had accomplished so much right now. We gathered all the food, water, medicine and clothes that we can find. We also placed all the bodies at one spot so they won't be too exposed.

"You look really pale, Y/N. I'm sorry, I might have pushed you too hard today." Patrick said as he set a camp there.

"No. I'm fine." I said and my voice is really cracking now.

"Have some water, do you have a sore throat?" he asked. I'm really feeling guilty that I almost drank half of the water we found, as much as I know we should conserve it.

I nodded and lied to him, my throat is tightening again and I can't breathe. I really can't keep up if this continue to happen and I hate it. I want to help Patrick and myself till we get rescued here and I won't be able to do that if I'm acting like this. 

Patrick handed me a bottle of water and I just took a small sip from it, hoping that it will satisfy my throat who had been acting up again. I sighed heavily and tried to stand then walk towards Patrick.

"We're lucky we found a tent, you can go inside and rest. I'll try to stay up and observe, we don't know what's on this island." Patric said bravely.

"Patrick, if there's something on this island, don't you think the plane crash earlier already got their attention? They should have come a lot earlier if that's the case," I said calmly to him. "Besides, you should rest too, we both need our energy for the following days," I added.

"I guess you're right, but you go in first. I need to put off the fire. Goodnight, Y/N." he said politely.

"Goodnight, Patrick." I replied before going inside the tent. I quickly laid down and I feel like my body celebrated the moment I did. Everything still hurts so bad, but I need to be strong now. I can't just cry in the corner and accept the pain...I've been there and I've done that and I'm telling you it's not easy. I can say that fighting the pain is a lot easier for me now, also that I have a reason to fight. I need to help us...him...get out of here. Of course, rescuers will come in no time, but at least for the meantime the guy had a company...I have no idea if he's lucky or not, but that company turns out to be me.

I'm really lucky that he's the one I'm with right now, the guy is so nice and sweet. He's quite strong too at some point. I wish rescuers will come get us soon, I bet a lot of people is worrying about him now...unlike me...no one will even search for me if I die here. I sighed, that's all I can do if I'm having these thoughts. I faced to the right side and tried to closed my eyes, my body wants to sleep now, but my mind don't...it's still asking:

Why does this life hate me so much? and...Why am I still alive?

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*Patrick's P.O.V.*

I'm already so amazed by her.

Most likely, a girl like her wouldn't be calm in this kind of situation. I'm expecting to hear complaints, I'm expecting to see her cry and I'm expecting to see her panicking...but I didn't get any of that. Well, I shouldn't be this shock...she's the girl I saw that calmly welcomed death while the plane is crashing, maybe this girl had enough of this cruel life that she just lost her care. I don't really know why, but I do want to hear her say her tragedies.

It's not that I'm judging her, but she seems lonely and that's something's wrong with her. Maybe she's sick today, I tried to get her to rest, but she kept on insisting that she wants to help me. She's one hell of a girl.

I stayed outside a little longer and stared at the small fire she made earlier. I sat just in front of it and looked to the skies, it still hasn't sunk to my head that I survived a plane crash. It's too good and somehow impossible to be true. I'm having the urge to call my parents and best friends now and say to them that I may be some kind of superman to survive this. I'm feeling that they are worried sick about me now, I wish I can find a way to tell them I'm still alive. I also think that Y/N's friends or relatives have been worried for her, but as far she haven't mentioned anything about them. Maybe I should ask her about those things slowly.

I put off the fire in front of me. I stood up once again and looked at the stars above somehow wishing that rescue will come immediately...but then again, maybe I need to stay out of my life back there for a while, maybe this is my time to unwind.

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