Take It or Leave It (Alex & Dev)

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ALEXANDERJamesMyers twenty-six • Musician • Stranded

Alex shook his brown lush hair that was starting to frizz and twist with soft curls. He ran his calloused fingertips through his hair, since the only thing he found from the plane crash was his guitar, which thankfully wasn't broke but that was only because he dropped about 2 grand on the case. Which to him was money well spent at this point. It was the only form of entertainment he had here and too much time alone meant too much time to ponder his life on his past relationship, Molly. She was perfect, with soft porcelain skin and flushed pink cheeks, that made it looked like she was always blushing, even when she wasn't. Her hair was long, almost down to the lower end of her back and jet black. Her smile could melt even the coldest heart and her laugh could bring a dead man back to life or at least that's what Alex thought. She was perfect to him in every way, shape, and form. But all of that didn't matter now, every time he closed his eyes he could only image the bright red blood dripping down her perfect figure, down her back to the harsh concrete. That was still there to this day. He went back to the city, the exact place that she died in his arms before he left to go on vacation. Something seemed so wrong to be going on vacation not long after she passed, Sure, it had been a little over a year but it still seemed wrong. He gently started to twist her fingers around the place the wedding band should be in. He took a deep breath and laid back to relax for a second. He knew that he had made a promise to her to her to move on with his life but it was easier for her to say than for him to do. He knew if something ever came up he would take the opportunity to do something crazy he would take it but nothing within the last year or so has happened, besides depression. He reached over to take his guitar out of it's gorgeous black case. He placed the guitar on his lap and reached out his right hand to tune the guitar as closes as he could by ear. Back in the day, when he was younger, this was an easy task, before technology but now it wasn't such an easy task and of course his electric tuner was in his luggage that was probably in the middle of the sea by now being ate by some idiot fish. He sat back starting to strum up cords from his previous song that he wrote. It wasn't long before he was completely engulfed in the song, singing the lyrics to his song, that once he used to selfishly keep to himself. He sang until he couldn't feel anything anymore.

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[Anna]

Sleeping on the cold, hard ground was something Devon had grown to love. It reminded her of the times where her and Casey would sneak off to the forest and look up at the bright blue sky. It was the one thing that would calm Casey down when he was having an episode. They would lay there and look at the shape of the clouds above, telling each other what the clouds looked like. Casey would often tell her a funny story he had made up, and Devon would tell him to write them down and sell them to a publisher. Casey had zero confidence in himself, so he would often tell her that he wasn't that good, and Devon would tell him that as long as he was true to himself, he could accomplish anything. Then she would get up, holding her arm out to him, claiming she was going to beat him home. She would let him win, though she could have easily beat his little butt. Maybe that's why she became a wilderness expert. It made her feel close to Casey again. 

She had been awake for hours now, getting up early to get water before the heat really set in. She had jumped in the water, too, in order to rinse of the dirt from the day before. Once she was all clean, Casey came to visit her. Ever since they had crashed here, she had been seeing her brother. She saw him as the boy he was before the attack: tall, lanky, frizzy brown hair that fell in ringlets. He had a big smile on his face as he asked his sister to explore with him. Devon knew deep down that Casey wasn't real. She knew that this was just some trick her mind was making up in order for her to cope with the crash. But was it really so bad that she saw him? Was it really so bad to let herself enjoy the company of the person she loved the most? She wasn't hurting anyone, and it wasn't like anyone on this island really cared whether she had her sanity or not. 

Today, Casey wanted to go explore on the gulf of the island. He tapped Devon on her shoulder before running off with a laugh. Devon's lips pulled into a giant, goofy smile before she dashed off after her little brother. She felt her arms getting tiny scratches from the branches she pushed through. She didn't care. That was part of the fun. But when she arrived on the edge of the gulf, she stopped running, looking everywhere for Casey. 

"Case? Where are you?"

She called. She looked side to side before choking back tears as she realized that Casey was gone for now. She never knew when she would see him again, but she always hoped it was soon. She was about to head back when she heard soft sounds of a guitar. She followed the sounds and stopped when she saw a guy sitting there. Was he real? She couldn't tell who was real and who wasn't anymore. She wasn't around the camp enough to know who was who, which meant she didn't recognize anyone, really. For all she knew, this could be her mind playing another trick on her. She moved to sit on a rock in front of him, waiting until his song ended to say something. 

"Where'd you find a guitar on this island?"

She asked.

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ALEXANDERJamesMyers twenty-six • Musician • Stranded

"Baby you should know by now that I'm right, for you. But every time I step to you, you change Your tune. Sweet wheel of death keeps us holding our breath I step to the right, you move to the left.---"  The words seemed to belt out of him like they had always been apart of his soul. They poured out and over his lips, into the world that made no sense to him. Sure, you could hear this song on the radio a number of times but at one point this was all his life was, this song and in this moment it was his and no one else. Musicians could be selfish in the way that parts of them didn't want to share their work with the public and it was always these songs that seemed to make it to the top of every chart. The songs that ripped out part of your soul as people stared to analyze them and study them, thinking they could figure you out. It was sickening in away for people to think that, but everyone wants to know a star so Alex tied his best to understand his groupies. Groupies could make or break you in this industry and after his girlfriends death it definitely made him. Every girl has ever listened to his music gushed over the thought of being his next perfect mate. Thinking they could fill the empty spot in his life. Even, though they were wrong his manager told him to play on their feelings making them feel like maybe some lucky girl could possibly do this. It sent shivers down his spine thinking about some crazy fan girl coming into his life to make him happy. Just as the finishing choris was about to happy he was interrupted and girl who did it was beautiful- breath taking if you believe in that sort of thing. He knew straight off the bat this was the girl Molly had sent for him. Call it weird or whatever but the way she made him look at her was the same way he felt the first time he had ever laid eyes on Molly. "Hi I'm Alex." He smiled showing all of his front teeth that were perfectly straight and Hollywood white. " Oh this?" he laughed picking up his guitar a little to gesture to it. :I paid a lot of money for a case that was bullet proof, guess it was crash proof as well." HE chuckled a little shaking his head knowing that most people would be shocked it had survived. Even Alex was surprised when he opened the 2 thousand dollar case and realized it wasn't in pieces. "Whats your name?" He asked shaking his longer hair before he started strumming some cords on his precious guitar.

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