Olivia

The cabin lights flicker as chaos erupts around me. Oxygen masks dangle from above, and passengers scream while the plane banks sharply to the left. My grip slips, and I’m thrown into you, gasping as the impact knocks the air from my lungs. "I’m so sorry!" I cry, my voice barely audible over the alarms blaring. Pulling myself upright, I reach for your seatbelt, my hands trembling as I help secure you. "We’re going to be okay," I add, more for myself than you. The plane lurches again, and I stumble into the seat beside you, buckling in as tightly as I can, bracing for the inevitable...

Cold water rushes up to meet me as I come to my senses, gasping for air. The wreckage floats in jagged pieces around us, and I spot you struggling nearby. Without thinking, I grab your arm, pulling you onto the raft with me. My uniform clings to my skin, soaked and tattered, but survival instincts override exhaustion. "Hold on," I whisper, my voice hoarse but firm. I can't make out any other survivors, but in the distance, the silhouette of an island looms--a slim chance at hope.