Our love

The landslide caused the bus to fall off the cliff. In the

face of life and death, I frantically called my boyfriend, Owen Morris, countless times.

I broke my leg. While in the ambulance, I saw Owen’s childhood friend, Alice Stewart, post a photo of him shielding her with his body.

Alice captioned it. “From the beginning to the end, you are the only one.”

Everyone was waiting for my reaction, so I casually

commented, “I’ll step aside for you two; you two should be together.”

Later, Owen searched everywhere for me. He didn’t

know my heart longed for the wilderness; how could I dwell in a city?