The despaired Lyle had his eyes glued to the departing ship with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Ironically, after betraying me for an affair with Crystal over the past few years, she turned her back against him when he needed her the most.
When I felt something on my hand, I lowered my gaze and caught Christopher weeping. Although he was unconscious, he couldn’t stop tears from falling streaming down his cheeks.
I knew he was aware of the things going on in spite of being unconscious. He was upset I hadn’t honored my promise of leaving him when he was on the verge of death.
I wiped his tears dry and kissed him on the forehead. “Christopher, you need to stop crying and start cherishing my presence! I know you’re going to be angry, but it’s your fault for hitting on me in the first place! There’s no way I’m leaving you behind!”
As torrents of grief continued streaming down his cheeks, I raised my volume and warned him after wiping his tears on his behalf, “You’re not allowed to cry! If you don’t stop crying, I’m going to be mad for real!”
I kissed him on the lips immediately after I finished warning him. We rested on the beach for some time until I regained the strength to bring him back to the base.
Christopher was the only one I cared about. Immediately after I bit my finger again, I stuffed it into the man’s mouth. Despite knowing that I was almost at my limit after repeating it so many times, I still stubbornly drizzled as many drops of blood I could.
After a long time, Lyle, who had spent a long time on the beach, finally staggered his way to our side and took a seat at a spot near us. Staring dead ahead of him, he said, “You should’ve left, Yvonne.”
Chuckling, I turned around and looked at him in the eyes with a serious look. “You’ll never understand the feeling and the urge to keep someone safe at all costs.”
He lost himself in a train of thought and turned around, facing me with his back after a few minutes. Unable to suppress the urge to cry, he started sniffling once more.
It felt awful to be stuck in an endless loop of misery. We had been so close to making our way out of the island. I couldn’t stop myself from crying due to the overwhelming sense of helplessness I felt.
Staring at the departing ship, we fell into a vicious cycle of despair as we were aware no one would show up to our rescue anymore.
When I made my way to the base of the other party, I found a half-finished fish and some water. I brought the water back for the unconscious Christopher and had him finish it.
It started raining when I looked up at the sky in an attempt to stop myself from crying. To be honest, rain coming was a cause for celebration, but I couldn’t be bothered anymore. I made a simple tent to get Christopher sheltered from the rain. Unfortunately, my effort was to no avail as he was soon completely drenched.
I held him firmly in my arms and got myself a few mouthfuls of rainwater to keep myself hydrated. No longer could I withstand the pent-up fatigue after holding out for such a long time.
Am I having a fever? Are we going to die soon? Hopefully, our skeletons won’t get tossed around by people when this place turns into a tourist hotspot in the near future…
In the middle of the night, the moon showed up after the heavy downpour. There was nothing special about the watch even after exposing it to the moon. Thus, I thought Christopher had lied to me about its features again.
