I glimpse into the dark and see coffee beans on the ground. No, it's just pebbles. Maybe I could trick my mind into seeing a chicken roasted dinner if I really wanted to. My mouth begins to water, telling me that's not a good idea. The things I would do for food right now.

The hunger slowly creeps around my neck, burning. I feel myself becoming more weary by the minute.

Maybe if I close my eyes, everything will slowly fade away. But I can't. Because If I do, I won't forgive myself. I can't give up. And if I do die, I want to be surrounded by the beauty of this forest in which I was never able to escape.

Trapped, I knew from the beginning, but death is finally something that I understand was a possibility this whole time.

I turn my head to the right, bracing myself for judgement day. Swirls of red catch my eyes, I force them to focus.

Berries.

Beautifully, bright red berries. I feel a waterfall begin in my mouth. I am immediately given the strength to lunge toward the bush, falling on the way, giving the dried mud on my knees a fresh coat. But as I lean over the berry bush, this is the least of my concerns. I start swiftly picking the berries and shoving them into my mouth.

Minutes must have passed, and so did the berries, settling nicely in my stomach. My vision is clearer than it has been in a very long time, and I feel energized.

Maybe... maybe I _can_ survive.

That's when I hear it. A sound I'd given up on hearing 32 days ago. When I changed my timeline from: till im saved to till I die.

A helicopter.

Of all the times I've heard planes and helicopters pass over my house, and groaned and complained about the noise, I never thought I'd be this ecstatic to hear one.

As I run to the sound, waving my hands in the air, the helicopter turns around.

193 days of being trapped on an island, I finally get to go home.

If I'd have given up 5 minutes ago, if it weren't for that berry bush, I'd have missed it. I'd have missed my chance at going home.

Maybe if it weren't for those coffee beans, I would've closed my eyes.