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Jonathan will beaming with peste, kept bearing to the one tra
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(Whoever this is please vacate Jonathan’s body immediately. Į
(He’s acting totally under a love spell, but it’s so sweet]
(Crab So… no one will speak up for me? Seriously?]
Cynthia sighed deeply as the massive, fiery sun sank below the orizon, painting the sky a blaze of red.
Ti was beautiful, but she couldn’t help wondering how long they’d be stranded here
Jonathan picked up on her mood, setting the crab down on the sand. “What’s wrong?”
Cynthia sajt. 7 was just thinking how long will it be before we’re found? Are we going to be stuck on this island former
Jonathan gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Honestly, spending a lifetime here wouldn’t be so bad. No schemes and no one to disturb us.”
Cynthia could understand Jonathan’s state of mind. Though he’d been born into wealth, his life had always been filled with danger, plots, and betrayal. Survival alone was a feat. Here, however, it was a paradise of sorts.
She smiled at him. “It’s true. It’s a beautiful place. But the resources are scarce. The menu’s limited to fish, shrimp, and crab. Not even a rabbit around.”
As Cynthia and Jonathan woke up the next morning, they noticed something unusual–around a dozen rabbits were hopping along the beach.
Cynthia was thrilled and quickly caught them, managing to corral seven in total.
They decided to keep the rabbits as pets. The island was quiet, and having a few lively creatures around would make it more cheerful
Cynthia crafted a large bamboo pen and placed the rabbits inside. Watching the little creatures hop around lifted her spirits However, Jonathan seemed pensive as he observed the rabbits, his brow furrowing
“What’s wrong” Cynthia asked. “You look like something’s on your mind.”
“These are Betrico hares,” he said, “a breed native to Betrico. How did they end up on a remote island here?”
Cynthia found it odd too, but brushed it off. “Maybe someone landed on the island before and brought them here,” she suggested
That explanation seemed reasonable enough. That afternoon, as they explored deeper into the forest, they stumbled upon a hiking backpack.
Inside, they found a lighter, flashlight, compass, and other essential items–exactly what they needed.
“Could there be someone
else on this island?” Cynthia wondered aloud.
Cynthia found it very peculiar. The island was small, just a patch of silver sand, a bamboo grove, and a small forest. Standing at the cliffs, they could see almost the entire area, which spanned barely five kilometers..
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On her first day exploring the holy found any signs of lifenolnimals, no people, nothing. And yet, fils backpack lonkel like it Had been there for quite some time.
Even though the backjack was very old and appeared to have been left there for a long time, Cynthia still felt shmething was
As Cynthia looked into the dense forest, an easy thought crossed her mind. Jonathan, have you felt like we’re being watched”
Ever since they’d arrived, she’d had a vague sense of someones are following them, though she’d attributed it to her after so much time spent in front of a live camera,
Jonathan searched the area but found nothing unusual. I didn’t see anything strange, he replier, but I feel the same
Though unlikely, the feeling left them both more guarded outside the cabin.
Yet, inside the cabin at night, they found solace in each other, embracing as they drifted off to sleep.
Cynthia had decorated the cabin to be as cozy as possible. In the quiet of the night, Jonathan’s fervent kisses trailed over her neck like sparks catching fire, igniting her senses.
She felt her skin grow warm, like pressing against a red–hot iron as if she were a drop of water sizzling and evaporating into
steam
Just as the heat reached an almost unbearable level, Cynthia realized something was wrong–it wasn’t just passion.
When she wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s back, she felt his body was burning. Startled, she pushed him slightly. “Are you running a fever?”
But Jonathan’s lips didn’t leave her skin, his voice muffled. “I know…”
“Even w
with a fever, you’re still… ah, you…”
In the darkness, Jonathan smirked and leaned in to kiss her ear. It doesn’t change a thing, darling.”
Moonlight poured like water, casting shadows that swayed through the layered bamboo forest as the night enfolded them in its quiet embrace.
Cynthia was beyond exasperated, Jonathan’s reckless indulgence led to a high fever the next day, leaving him barely
conscious.
On this remote island, with limited resources, she was frantic. She tried everything she could to cool him down with damp clothes, but it barely helped.
Jonathan was almost unconscious. Cynthia was frantic
Seeing no improvement, Cynthia decided to search the jungle for medicinal herbs. But this small island was no Devil’s Island; it was sparse, with little in the way of useful plants.
Oddly enough, she stumbled upon another old, abandoned backpack while searching. To her astonishment, inside was a stash of medications, including ibuprofen for fever.
Frowning. Cynthia looked up, finally piecing together the unsettling pattern. This was no ordinary island. It felt like a Truman Show setup.
The yacht she’d glimpsed from the sea hadn’t been an illusion
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“You! Show yourself Cynthia yelled into the empty sky, fury lang her voice.
Cynthia knew clearly who was manipulating everything behind the scenes. Fury welled up inside her as she recalled the face she’d glimpsed in her dare, unmistakably her mentor’s
There was no way that had been a dream. After all these years, he’d never appeared in her dreams, yet she was certain he was somewhere on this island.
Memories of her years of training under his stern control flooded back, stoking her anger.
The jungle was eerily quiet. No one answered.
Cynthia searched for a long time but couldn’t find any suspicious traces. In the end, she decided to head back.
Returning to Jonathan, she gave him the fever–reducing ibuprofen and antiviral meds from the pack. By evening, his fever finally broke, and he was visibly better.
Outside, as Cynthia boiled water, she sat with the worn backpack in her hands, lost in thought.
There was no doubt now–she hadn’t survived the storm by sheer luck. Shiloh had saved her, orchestrating every moment since.
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