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information. I could be dead right now , I thought. Without another thought, I threw my arms around Asher. His arms circled my waist and he held me protectively, pulling on my heart strings in a way only he knew how. I reveled in the feel of him pressed against me, holding me. It felt good . It felt right.
"Thank you," I breathed. " So much. You saved my life."
I was still in shock, but my heart was catching up with this realization as we broke our embrace. The thumping it was just doing for Asher intensified with each realization that if Asher hadn't done what he had, I would be dead.
"Don't even mention it," he said, a hint of an amused smirk tugging at his lips.
It felt familiar. Before I could explore the trace of the memory, Asher got up. He reached a hand down towards me to help me up, too.
"We need to find food and gather supplies to build a shelter and a fire. Maybe head in there," he nodded towards the forest, "and see if there are any other people. Maybe we'll find the cabin crew and can get a hold of their emergency devices."
Nodding, I brushed the sand off of my legs and walked alongside him as he spoke. It was a relief that he wasn't panicked and had a level head about this. It was soothing. My heart pounded as we approached what looked like a small, man-made opening within the wild shrubs and trees. Parts of the bushes were hacked down, allowing for a path.
"I have a bad feeling about this," I said, already feeling reluctant that we had gone into the forest, even though I knew we needed to.
Asher and I had gathered a good collection of cashews and bananas, all held in the hem of my tunic. In between discussing what our necessary steps for today are, we tried to talk about things to take our minds off of where we were. I learned that he used to box until he got a pretty bad head injury and quit. He learned that I used to figure skate until I twisted my ankle and quit. It was an interesting similarity to have, feeling forced to quit the hobby you love most because you value your life more than your leisure. I wanted to ask him what he replaced his love for boxing with, but I didn't want to go there just yet--not when we had no idea where we were or how we would get out of here.
The more we walked, the more hesitant I became about where we were going. I didn't want us to get lost, but I also had no idea what we would find or how we would defend ourself. To me, it made more sense to walk along the beach so if any helicopters came looking for us, they'd be able to see us. Plus, if the other half of the jet also erupted in flames, then we would be able to see the smoke from the beach. Asher disagreed, saying that our half blew up because we were on the end with the engine and the force with which it hit the water is what it spark. He said even if there was a backup engine at the front of the jet, if it fell in the forest, then the trees would have broken its fall. In other words, it wouldn't have blew up like ours had. Part of the kitchen was in the front of the jet, so we would definitely find food if we found it in one piece. That didn't help me shake this gut feeling I had that if we continued, then something awful would happen. Instinctively, I wanted to stay back at the beach, wait for the fire to die down, then swim over to the jet. Maybe we could salvage food and supplies in there. One look at Asher and I knew that wouldn't be happening.
"I knew you were no fun on vacations," he joked, but he knelt down and grabbed a fallen branch. "Take this if it'll help you feel safer."
"What about you?"
He rolled his shoulders and my eyes were drawn to his bulging biceps. I wanted to reach out and trace the tattoos that covered his arm, but now wasn't the time.
"I don't need anything," Asher responded confidently, and I believed him.
Just looking at the man was intimidating sometimes, he was built like a tank and looked mean when he wasn't smiling or joking around. In fact, I was pretty sure many people back at
"Thank you," I breathed. " So much. You saved my life."
I was still in shock, but my heart was catching up with this realization as we broke our embrace. The thumping it was just doing for Asher intensified with each realization that if Asher hadn't done what he had, I would be dead.
"Don't even mention it," he said, a hint of an amused smirk tugging at his lips.
It felt familiar. Before I could explore the trace of the memory, Asher got up. He reached a hand down towards me to help me up, too.
"We need to find food and gather supplies to build a shelter and a fire. Maybe head in there," he nodded towards the forest, "and see if there are any other people. Maybe we'll find the cabin crew and can get a hold of their emergency devices."
Nodding, I brushed the sand off of my legs and walked alongside him as he spoke. It was a relief that he wasn't panicked and had a level head about this. It was soothing. My heart pounded as we approached what looked like a small, man-made opening within the wild shrubs and trees. Parts of the bushes were hacked down, allowing for a path.
"I have a bad feeling about this," I said, already feeling reluctant that we had gone into the forest, even though I knew we needed to.
Asher and I had gathered a good collection of cashews and bananas, all held in the hem of my tunic. In between discussing what our necessary steps for today are, we tried to talk about things to take our minds off of where we were. I learned that he used to box until he got a pretty bad head injury and quit. He learned that I used to figure skate until I twisted my ankle and quit. It was an interesting similarity to have, feeling forced to quit the hobby you love most because you value your life more than your leisure. I wanted to ask him what he replaced his love for boxing with, but I didn't want to go there just yet--not when we had no idea where we were or how we would get out of here.
The more we walked, the more hesitant I became about where we were going. I didn't want us to get lost, but I also had no idea what we would find or how we would defend ourself. To me, it made more sense to walk along the beach so if any helicopters came looking for us, they'd be able to see us. Plus, if the other half of the jet also erupted in flames, then we would be able to see the smoke from the beach. Asher disagreed, saying that our half blew up because we were on the end with the engine and the force with which it hit the water is what it spark. He said even if there was a backup engine at the front of the jet, if it fell in the forest, then the trees would have broken its fall. In other words, it wouldn't have blew up like ours had. Part of the kitchen was in the front of the jet, so we would definitely find food if we found it in one piece. That didn't help me shake this gut feeling I had that if we continued, then something awful would happen. Instinctively, I wanted to stay back at the beach, wait for the fire to die down, then swim over to the jet. Maybe we could salvage food and supplies in there. One look at Asher and I knew that wouldn't be happening.
"I knew you were no fun on vacations," he joked, but he knelt down and grabbed a fallen branch. "Take this if it'll help you feel safer."
"What about you?"
He rolled his shoulders and my eyes were drawn to his bulging biceps. I wanted to reach out and trace the tattoos that covered his arm, but now wasn't the time.
"I don't need anything," Asher responded confidently, and I believed him.
Just looking at the man was intimidating sometimes, he was built like a tank and looked mean when he wasn't smiling or joking around. In fact, I was pretty sure many people back at
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