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Post by sammikay on Jul 31, 2016 16:34:34 GMT -5
i wrote you a love letter but I realized this note would suffice.
♥ Time was completely irrelevant anymore, she had decided as she fumbled with her watch, taking it on and off again with meticulous fingers. There was something about the numbness of her body as she did this, over and over again, that worried her. She felt nothing. The emptiness that she had been escaping was back, haunting her deep inside thick like tar. She was reminded of the first time she had ever tried a cigarette and the smoke had wiggled its way inside of her, snaking around her throat and squeezing tight. The air in her lungs was gone, and all that was left was a shell.
Maybe that was why she couldn't have a baby? The one cigarette that she had taken the smallest of a puff of when she was 16 on the tailgate of a bad boy's truck. She didn't even have the energy in this long moment to shake her head. Of course that wasn't it. She was destined not to have a baby. That was why this plane crashed and they ended up on this island. God was laughing at them now. She had had a chance, and He wanted to rip that away from Gwen again.
Her face, severely bruised up from the impact, turned up to look away from her watch but instead moved to watch the waves as they washed up on shore. She used to think the beach was pretty, but in her current state, nothing was pretty. A once gentle hand reached up from her side and brushed against her forehead and the corner of her eye- the place where the darkest bruise settled. It had only been a few days since the crash and she wasn't sure how long these marks of it would last. She knew how bad she must have looked- Vinny was babying her like never before. She could see in his eyes how much pain he was in from seeing her.
She softly licked her busted lip, the taste of salt and copper mixed on her tongue. She could still taste the dark black smoke that had suffocated her for what seemed like hours as she hung by the seat belt of her airline seat. All she had been able to focus on had been the slow drip of dark red blood that had come from a large gash that ran from her hair, down her cheek, and ending at her chin. What had cut her, she was not sure, but at that time it didn't matter. She had counted the seconds with each drop of blood, wishing for the nightmare to end.
Now, sitting on this beach, Gwen did not know what would become of the two of them. She was but a shell of the person she was before, and Vinny a mess of a thing. He ran around like a mad man, attempting, hoping, to get her back together again. But now that the realization had hit that she was alive and that this was a bad dream that she would not wake up from, all she could think about was how she had failed again. She had been so close to having another chance at giving Vinny a baby, and here she was, another failure.
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Post by Anna on Aug 17, 2016 20:49:15 GMT -5
Nothing calmed Vinny down like running. There was something about focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and looking straight ahead that really cleared his mind. Right now, he had a lot on his mind. Everyone on the island was stressed out right now. No one knew when they would be saved, or if they would ever be saved. No one knew what was going to happen to them. No one knew anything, and not knowing caused a lot of panic among the survivors. There was so much tension, and Vinny's calm personality couldn't handle it. Not only that, but Gwen was back to how she was six months ago, before he booked the surprise trip for the two of them. He didn't know how to make it better this time. The trip was supposed to make it better for the two of them. It had been working until the plane went down. And of course, being a husband, he had to make sure Gwen was physically okay as well. He got up early to get them enough water for the day and food that they could eat together. He also tried to make sure their make-shift hut was patched and ready to go. There was so much on his plate right now. The only thing he had to himself was running.
He had been running for what he thought was twenty minutes before coming to the camps clean water source. He grabbed the empty water bottles he had found after the crash and began filling them up. He shoved them, one-by-one, back into his backpack before cupping his hands together and dunking them under the water. He brought the water up to the edge of his lips, sipping on the warm, yet refreshing water. He repeated the process two more times before tossing the backpack over his muscular arms and jogging off to the beach where his wife was. He jogged over to her, a big smile on his tanned face. He thought that if he seemed happy and content with life, it would rub off on her. He longed to see her smile again. He longed to be with the woman he met back in Georgia.
"Hey, babe. I got you some water."
He told her, handing her a bottle of fresh water. He then pulled out a blue island flower he had found on his journey back. He handed it to her, still grinning.
"I also thought you might like this."
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Post by sammikay on Sept 7, 2016 0:53:29 GMT -5
i wrote you a love letter but I realized this note would suffice.
♥
Gwen's eyes were sullen, sunken into her face as they glassed over. If no one knew any better, she could have been mistaken for being high, eyes looking but seeing anything, face expressionless as she watched the waves, lips pouted. The large gash was still there, stretching from her hairline down her face to her chin, but now it had stopped bleeding and instead just appeared mangled and in the early stages of healing. She couldn't even cry anymore. Her emotional pain far outweighed the physical pain that she was feeling. All she could think about was how empty she felt.
She could not see that she was tearing her dear husband apart. In her twisted thoughts, she had directed any of his sadness or anger to the fact that she couldn't have a baby. Gwen was unable to properly address the fact that he was probably just wanting his wife back. How many times had he told her that he didn't care if they couldn't have a baby together? It didn't matter to her. All she could focus on was that. Every day, she would wake up, just imagining what her life would be like if she had been able to do the one thing that she had wanted.
Her thoughts swam around her as Vinny made his way to her. She turned her chin up towards him when she heard his voice. When he offered her the water, she took it but did not bring it to her lips. "Thank you, Vin," she cooed gently, giving him a very soft smile that did not reach her glassy eyes. She still seemed faraway, as if she were seeing something not on the beach. She still did not bring the water to her cracked lips as he pulled out the flower and offered it to her. With the gentlest of movements, she reached out her skinny arm, carefully taking the beautiful flower from his outstretched hand. She inspected it for a moment, noting its glorious coloring and even better scent. Quiet eyes turned to her husband as she tucked the flower behind her ear. She loved flowers, but here on this island it didn't do well to have flowers. But, she was not about to disappoint Vinny anymore than what she already had. "It's lovely," she told him in appreciation, reaching her arm out to run her fingers down his arm before tangling themselves into his own fingers. "How was your run?" she asked of him, deflecting the fact that she was obviously back to the person she had been before the trip was planned.
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