She sat on the sand for the rest of the day just looking at the sea, for it had taken her husband from her and she was more than upset about it. The tears hadn't stopped falling and she began to wonder whether they ever would. She wished more than anything that he was safe, warm and being looked after, but she knew that it was impossible. She thought about the day they met, the day they married, the night they made love for the first time and how she longed to hold him in her arms once more, but she soon realised that he was gone and she would never hold him again.
It was getting cold and dark and her body began to shiver, she hadn't moved from her spot on the beach all day and didn't plan to either. She began to feel sick, maybe it was the salty smell, maybe it was the fact that she was never going to see her love again, or maybe it was because she was just plain hungry. It didn't matter though because she didn't think she was going to be rescued any time soon and she certainly didn't want to continue her life anymore.
It began to get really dark and she couldn't help but look at the moon, as it was the only source of light available apart from the sparkling stars which were beautiful, but they couldn't help her get her mind off him.
She drifted off to sleep late in the evening and awoke early the next morning to somebody tapping her shoulder and calling out her name. Carefully she opened her eyes and saw her love leaning right over her smiling and asking her if she was all right.
She immediately sat up and wrapped her arms around him, "Oh god, Joseph, I just had the most terrible dream. We were on our way to Morocco and something was wrong with the plane and you died and I was upset and…"
He squeezed her tightly and said, "Hey, hey calm down, that wasn't a dream."
Her eyes widened as she took in the scenery and the events of the previous day, "It wasn't a dream?"
"No."
She pulled away, looked into his eyes and then started slapping his face in between words, "You stupid, stupid man, what part of don't let go don't you understand?" Then she started strangling him, "You promised!"
"I'm…sorry…I'm…sorry. Don't I even get a kiss?"
He held her shoulders and leaned in closer, making sure he didn't lose eye-contact with her.
Those eyes were too gorgeous for her to resist, "Do it again and you are soooo dumped."
"I did it for you, I didn't want all that beauty to go to waste."
She hit him again and then hugged him, "I hate you."
And then something hit her, "If you didn't die, then what happened to you?"
He pulled away and held her hands, "Well, after I let go of you I started falling of course so I decided to try and save myself by putting my body in a diving position like this," he demonstrated, "then I hit the water and went down a fair way, struggled to reach the surface, then attempted to stay afloat while looking for somewhere to swim to. I saw this little island and started heading towards it all the time battling the waves. It took me a very long time to reach the shore and it was dark by then, so I dragged myself onto the sand and sort of collapsed. A few minutes ago, I woke up and decided to find out if there was a food source on the island and I spotted your parachute, so I looked for you, found you lying sweetly on the sand and that's all there is to say about the matter. You know the rest."
He was replied to by another slap across the face, "I was so upset, I thought you had died."
"Well I didn't, isn't that all that matters?"
"I suppose…so did you find any?"
"Any what?"
"Food."
"Oh, no."
"Then get to it, start looking! I'll stay here and soak up the sun, you look for something to eat."
"Oh so you get the easy job instead of me? Me who swam about ten kilometers to safety, exhausting my poor old bones in order to save my skin?"
"Yes, you who let go of me after you solemnly promised not to."
"Alright, alright, I'll find the food."
After he walked off she allowed herself a small smile – he was okay and that's all that mattered.
A search party found them about a week later, by which time they had already set up a humble abode that they were reluctant to leave – oh the privacy, oh the secludedness.
Amelia was happy to see that they were safe and well as was the entire country excluding one Viscount Mabrey.
The two both learned valuable lessons; Clarisse learned never to trust her husband with his own life ever again and Joseph learned that not keeping a promise may result in severe bruising.
And they lived happily ever after.
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