AsYa FF: On the Island CHPT.15 on pg.87-31/3/14-FINAL - Page 25

Originally posted by: cclove

Will update soon...pending assignments have not allowed me ample time to finish writing the next update for this FF...

Bear with me...will update as soon as I can! 😃

Originally posted by: cclove

My version of soon is as it is defined...give me a couple of days promise! 😳

Part 7

Yes its been a while and I apologize...hope this makes up for it and the next update will come during next week while everyone catches up with this new update 😉

Asad stood on the shoreline and stared out at the ocean...it had been days...days that meant the cruise was most likely over and his mother and sister probably wondered where he was. His head turned in Zoya's direction where she sat under a coconut tree, her knees huddled under her chin. She looked lost and unhappy and that tore at something deep inside him. He wondered if she had any family waiting for her return. He knew his mother would worry right until they found a body and then most probably go into a shock she might never come back from. Such was the way his mother loved her children, with everything she had.

They'd yet to spot any other means off the island...no more airplanes or helicopters passed...no boats ...nothing. He wondered what island they'd landed on that they were so far from civilization. He closed his eyes against the constant nagging worry that they would die and he wouldn't had the chance to say goodbye to his mother. That this young woman wouldn't have the chance to see what more life had to offer. That he wouldn't either. It was amazing how much a situation of life and death made you really think about your life and all the things you wish you could've done before you died.

But thinking about their possible impending death was morbid and as much as he was a man that kept to himself and moved on his own wavelength...he was anything but morbid. So he decided to clear his head of the negativity and take a swim in the ocean...he would wash off and wear himself out with the swim hopefully making it hard for him to think too much out of weary.

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Zoya watched as Asad shucked his shirt and dived into the rough waves...she couldn't help the way her body reacted to sheer physical perfection of his olive toned physique and the memories of her hands all over those arms and down that toned chiseled back...she slapped a palm to her forehead and groaned. She had initiated...she had started it and she couldn't continue to act like he'd done something wrong with her and that she blamed him for any of it. He must be thinking the worst of her right now because he'd been steering clear and not looking twice in her direction since. She'd let him comfort her when she'd turned into a blubbering mess after the helicopter passed them by but then she'd pulled away though not before seeing the hurt and confusion on his handsome face.

She bit her lip wondering what to...what to say to make everything okay...she could think of nothing...

She rocked back into the tree she'd been sitting under for what felt like and probably was hours...their watches had stopped working and they couldn't tell time anymore except by counting the times the sun came up and went down. She closed her eyes and prayed for sleep and wishing that when she woke up, it would've all been a bad dream or if not; that they would get rescued...

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"What now?" Zoya asked wearily. Asad looked at her and his heart jolted with unfamiliar feelings. What was it about her that had his heart aching and soaring at the same time? They still hadn't spoke about what had happened. After his swim he'd got her something to eat, she'd muttered a small thank you and that was it. This was the first time she was attempting to make conversation since. He looked at her face, honey coloured now after so many days under the sun, a major hazard of being on this island. He felt the insane need to apologize to her, looking at her now so different from the woman he met on the ship. Should he bring up what happened? Should he apologize for something she initiated? No. The answer was no. There'd be no apologies from him.

Besides that, he just couldn't seem to read what she was feeling clearly and it made him uncertain about what he should do. No he'd made up his mind; he had nothing to apologize for. He was just about to answer her question when she screamed and he saw why, there was a man standing further along the shoreline staring right at them...

There were other people on the island? He'd walked all over the island, at least he thought he did and he found no trace of other people here. He stood up and walked steadily towards the man. The man looked like an islander, dark chocolate coloured skin, he looked to be middle aged, Asad could see it in the weathered worn look of his skin. As he got closer his brows furrowed because the man was stepping back, away from his advance. He reached out a hand to signal the man to stop but the man jumped back and took off into the trees at full speed.

Asad didn't hesitate running after the man shouting at him to stop but he tripped over a stupid branch causing him to lose his balance and stumble into the sand...the man getting away. Asad rose to his feet...kicking the branch in frustration. Whoever that man was he was going to find him...he obviously had to be on the island somewhere. Asad would find him and ask him why he ran first of all...if he was trapped here like he and Zoya were wouldn't he have been happy to see people around?

Something wasn't adding up...same how he found the supplies and there was no trace of bodies or anything in the smashed up plane...something seemed fishy now that they'd seen this man and he was going to find out just what the hell was going on...

😃 What do y'all think is going on? Why did the man run from Asad...guess you'll have to wait and see 😆