romantic feeling. Chris tentatively placed his hand on the small of his wives back, as she
placed her hand on his shoulder, and their free hands finally met mid-air, although their
fingers did not intertwine. They slowly danced to the music, but their bodies were miles
apart. He leaned in to nuzzled her hair and deeply breathe in her scent. The sweet
honeysuckle and intoxicating jasmine made his heart beat faster. Sadly, she pulled away
with a nervous laugh. Chris leaned in and whispered,“ I love you Ally, I always have."
The moment was tender and touching. Chris couldn't resist and picked Ally up in his arms
and swung her around. Her floral dress was fanning out like a peacock's tail, while he
twirl her. Ally looked down at him, as the lights of the ballroom spun past her, their
thousands memories flooded her heart. In the moment she put out her
arms and shouted to the air in Chris' direction,"Ditto babe, ditto!" Chris' human twirl
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slowed while Ally slid down his body and wrapped her arms around his neck as he gently set her on the ground."Chris I am so, I don't know where to begin...I....He touched his finger to her lips to silence her, then pulled her close and tenderly kissed her.
The gala was a magnificent event, although Chris and Ally hardly noticed anyone beyond themselves. They were in a world all their own, created by the charming atmosphere and the champagne bubbles swirling in their heads. Whatever it was, they danced, held hands, kissed and chatted like they were at their senior prom.
Running low on bubbly Chris went to fill their champagne glasses, while Ally pulled out her mirror to reapply her lipstick. A loud thunderous sound echoed throughout the ballroom, the flickering lights didn't seem to cause concern, until the ship violently jolted to one side. Chris stumbled, spilling the champagne down the front of his suit. The ship again lurched sending many people toppling to the dance floor. Chris looked in Ally's direction she had fallen hard to her knees. Tears started welling up in her eyes. He threw his glasses down and began to run towards her, but the chaos was ensuing throughout the ballroom stopping him in his tracks.
What was delightful a moment ago, was now a dangerous scene of running panicking people. The soothing music was replaced with wails and screams. Chris hurriedly tried to help the people around him off the floor, but instead he was being pulled down. The ship continued to violently jerk to one side. He got up once again and jumped over the people on the floor making his way to his love. Ally was holding on tightly to a pole, as mascara ran down her cheeks, with an alarming look on her face. Their eyes locked. She reached her hand out towards Chris. He tried to grab it, when suddenly the ship forcefully threw anyone standing upright to the floor The lights flickered, then dimmed, and finally there was darkness.
Face down the hot sand was suffocating Ally. She fought to roll over but her body denied her. She tried to slow her breathing and remain calm. Every time she breathe the sand would shift into her nose, threatening to snuff out her life. She struggled to moved her face to the side, but her entire back was in excruciating pain. So she laid still and listen intently to the people further down the beach, hoping someone would notice her and help.
He slowly drugged his water soaked body to the shore. His face had a gash across the cheek and his head hurt like an elephant stomped on it, but all in all he seemed okay. Sitting on the warm sand he took a moment to warm up and energize. All he could remembered was reaching for Ally's hand, then the ship tipped on it's side. He recalled going under the water several times and fighting his way to the surface. The debris from shipwreck was scattered for miles. People were scrambling for anything to hold onto before the next wave pushed them under. Finally, an ornate chest floated his way, he draped himself over it and passed out before he could yell for Ally.
What was once a beautiful white beach was now a junkyard for the cruise ship's broken items. Sitting among the debris Chris struggled to his wobbly legs. He surveyed the shore, down one side in the distant he saw what he assume were castaways, but they were too far away to hear. Turning he took in the devastation of the shipwreck as endless debris washed up on the shore. Squinting to see if Ally or anyone else was in that direction, but all he saw was the broken up cruise ship. Chris called out for Ally, but his voice was barely above a whisper, because the salt water had made his throat raw.
Walking towards the castaways he saw movement on the beach. With what energy he had left he slowly jogged towards the movement. Once there, the shock caused the bile to build up, until he turned and puked. This person's back was mutilated. There was very little skin left and the spine was exposed from neck to tailbone. They looked like a voodoo doll with debris and bone sticking out all over the red infected flesh. "Lay still. You are going to be okay. I'll be back in a minute." He mumbled. He quickened his pace to a wardrobe closet grabbed some cotton shirts and ran back to the victim. He knelt down beside the person, blew as much sand off their back as he could, then swiftly pulled out what debris and bones he dared. Low moans came from the person with every removal. Chris took the shirts and laid them gently across their back bandaging the flesh from more injury. The shipmate's irregular breathing was his next concern. Chris knew he have to turn them or they would suffocate. He cautiously rolled their back towards him, then he stuffed some shirts under their side so they would not roll back into the sandpit or on their back. Scooting to their face side, he brushed the hair back off their face....tears streamed down his face, as he recognized his own beloved. Ally's eyes fluttered open, she tried to speak but words could not form. Chris tenderly took her in his arms and held her till she closed her eyes never to open them again."NOOOO OH my Ally"wailing and cursing at the sky, Chris stooped over in despair.