My hear felt heavy with burdens, as I studied our predicament—Marooned on a island, dust and rocks being its only sign life as ever existed here.

The betrayal of our comrades left a hole in my heart, a deep wound.

The wound compelled any hope I had left in this horrible world…

No matter the situation, how harsh and inescapable my fate was.._her_ that same woman—who I thought was the _most _daft and annoying lady, I have ever met.

_Stayed…._ after error, after mistake, after—everything.

She is my _everything,_

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I her hand tight, and I wasn’t letting go.

_We are going to make this out,_