Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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Sarah and I struggled with yet another doomed attempt to weave the bamboo together and even though I was irritated and exhausted, a part of me knew this was only only option. I needed to get back to Jess. I needed to get Josh to a hospital. I needed... Fuck - I needed so many things.

I was gripping the bamboo too tightly, my fingers aching, my knuckles white, raw cuts traced my palms from weaving these

strands. They felt like cable wires at this point. Sarah sat quietly across from me, her hands working methodically, but even she looked more fragile each day, her skin drawn tight over her cheekbones.

"Hold that end tighter," she murmured, but it just felt like noise. This whole situation was one big, endless loop of failure. No. matter what we tried, we'd end up right back here, desperately clutching at scraps and false hope.

I yanked the bamboo strand tighter, but it slipped from my hands, the entire piece unraveling, days' worth of work wasted in an instant. I looked down at my bleeding palm. Sarah reached out to help but I pulled it out of reach, wrapping a piece of torn material from my pants "Look-I know we got off on the wrong foot. What I did, at the waterfall... What I said... I'm sorry." She murmured and I grunted a response.

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waves, watching it skim the

shouted, standing up, hands clenched into fists. Sarah looked up, startled, but I couldn't stop. The words spilled out, raw and furious, years of anger condensed into

we did, we'd probably drown out there fucking anyway. We're stuck, Sarah. We're stuck, and we're just fooling ourselves if we think there's a way out." I was breathing hard, my chest tight, my fists still clenched. For a second, Sarah looked like she

side, dense and green, but even that felt like a cage. I dropped down onto the sand, feeling the sting of tears start to blur my vision. It wasn't like me to

hands against my face as the tears slipped down, hot and relentless. "Why did this have to

my. terrible jokes even when they weren't funny. What must she be thinking now?

on? I tried

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the ache deep in my chest, the way my heart twisted when I pictured her face, the look she'd have had if she knew where I was.

someone who didn't get stranded on a godforsaken island and leave her wondering? The

texture grounding me just enough to keep me from losing

was getting worse by the day, red and swollen. Sarah had lost so much weight